When we search, we'll be done looking forever. (shared fanfic with Hattori)

Akima had the keys. Now she only needed the courage. Akima walked past a few cells. The little lion cub. And the big lion. The two sirens. Akima stopped her feet at Hattori's cell. He seemed to be asleep. Or meditating. Akima moved the key into the lock. Once she succeeded into opening the celldoor. She stepped in. Locking it behind her. Hiding the key so she would get it as soon as she was done there. Akima stayed in the corner of the cell. I am not as smart as you believe me to be. She thought. Before opening her mouth to speak. "Wake up prisoner Q62913." Akima had never used the numbers before. Because she couldn't remember them anyway.

The familiar footsteps indicated to him that Akima was in proximity, which was great since it was what he had been hoping for the most, honestly. She had managed to keep his mind around positive emotions, and he really needed a happy basis for his daily life in his cell, ever since he made contact with her. Maybe it was bad to get so interested in her, but he could not help it.

He was surprised she opened the cage, as he could very possibly try to run. He wouldn't. He respected her too much for that. His eyes opening quickly, he stared at her as she said his number. Curiosity staining his stare. "Yes, Guard Lynch?" he replied with his calm voice, albeit not roughly.

Akima gave up her guard act. As her whole body relaxed. Softening her gaze that was fixated on his curious gaze. She gave him a smile. Moving towards him. Sitting down on her knees infront of him. Letting a moment of silence pass by. Before she placed her warm hand ever so gently on his cheek. "Let me be with you for just one night." Akima whispered with a smile, but seriousnes in her voice.

Akima had to make sure he knew what she meant. Her thumb caressing his cheek. Like a lover would. Feeling nervous somehow. He could do anything. If Hattori wanted to kill her. He could. But the question was. Would he? Would he harm her. Or would he be as tender as she was now. Would they both give up their reality for one night? Akima knew it was no use to stay behind the bars. To see him truly she had to make sure there were no obsticals in their way. Akima awaited his answer ever so curious as him. She knew this wasn't a smart idea. For she shouldn't cross that line. But Akima saw no other way.

He stared at her in slight awe, blinking softly as he observed her movements, her entire stance softening as she once again returned to the demeanor he'd come to crave for. Closing his eyes, he breathed in softly, slightly taken aback by her request. He wanted to. Badly. Of course he did. What woman had ever made him want her as much as Akima had? Surely, it'd mean chaos for her. Korso'd see them, and she'd be doomed. But he could not do much to help it. She was there already. It was beyond his reach.

She was intent on making him hers, it seemed. Good. He wanted it no other way. That was why he was very smooth and loving when he nodded and kissed her hand softly, his right hand holding her waist as he pulled her closer.
"So you want me to make love to you, Miss Lynch?" he whispered at her ear with a playful tone, albeit still as caring and sweet as he could. He did want her to be his. This was their chance.

For Akima it felt long untill she got an answer. But she smiled when it came. With his lips pressed against her hand. Followed by a pull which brought her closer to his body. And than the sweet words whispered in her ear. Make love. Yes. She wanted him to give her all the love he could give a woman. Even if it would be for one night only. Akima move her hand over his chest. "Make love to me like you've never loved before." she whispered back.

It was like she transformed into a different person when she was around him. As if he drained her from all her agression. And all that anger. And replaced it by something ubtouchable. Just the look in his eyes caused her to shiver with anticipation. Akima moved her lips to his. Though stopping right before they touched. Teasingly she let her breath touch his lips. Her right hand had moved behind his neck. Bringing her upper body closer to his. Akima awaited his response. While her left hand moved to his still clothed chest. Caressing it with slightly trembling finger tips.

It was so strange to see this woman slowly become one with him in their sessions together. It was as if they evolved to different levels of being. At this stage, he was given full permission to do what he wanted with her. He would as well as he possibly could. It was part of their thing, after all. Honesty and dedication in precarious situations. She deserved it, after all.

His eyes slightly closed, he smiled a bit at the feeling of her warm breath teasing his lips that eagerly awaited to claim her once more. If only she knew what she awoke in him. She'd be feeling it eventually, should all go well, after all. It was endearing to have her fingertips softly play with his chest, which he wished would go bare soon. He wanted to feel her purely in every fiber of his being. Both his hands went up and down her back progressively lowering until reaching her hips, after which he would teasingly plant quick but heated kisses in her lips; his hands finally grabbing hold of her bottom, gripping it firmly but without force as he felt her womanly shape, only becoming more aroused.

His lips felt like they were burning with passion. And her lips were aswell. His hands gripped her behind, She was so glad he was as eager as she was to feel every inch of him. Starting with his jumpsuit, Which she began unzipping. When the zipper reached it's end. Akima let her hands meet his naked skin. As she let her eyes cast upon his naked chest. Letting the jumpsuit glide off his shoulders. As she let her lips. Burn on his neck. Kissing his neck. Moving the kisses to his ear. Teasingly she nibbled on his earlobe.

When she went in to this prison. She had not suspected to meet a man like him. Akima could not remember. Having a man who made her feel complete when being with him. It was strange. But it made the kisses they shared feel even better. And the way he held her felt like he had never held a woman before.

He allowed his hand to firmly grip her buttocks all the hardest, albeit still not hurting her as she teasingly toyed with his earlobe, a spark of extasy travelling through his mind. Breathing in slowly, he could not help but release a soft groan of pleasure as his eyes met the ceiling above them; trying to regain a grip of himself. The need of feeling her body become one with his led him to slowly grab the edges of her shirt, slowly pulling it up, eager to feel her as close as he expected her to. It was too good a feeling to stop.

She gasped a bit when his grip hardened. But she liked. Akima allowed him to move her shirt up. Lifting her arms so he could remove it. Feeling the air meet her naked skin. And sitting back so he could get a good view on her aswell. Her heart beat had sped up a bit. Aswell as her breath. Her chest rose up and down. As she looked into his eyes. Feeling breathless already. She moved her hands on his lower chest. Playing with the final zipper of his jumpsuit. Letting him lead. Excited to know which ever move he wanted to make next.

He looked at the exposure he was granted by the woman, smiling with some mischief at the spark in her eyes when she gazed onto his own. If he did not know any better, the two'd be animals craving for mating, which just showed how much they seemed to want each other. He narrowed his eyes when he felt her hand playfully tease him when holding his final zipper, which drove him to lean forward and take her lips once again into a hard and heated kiss. He kept leaning forward so that they would almost be lying down, after which he firmly gripped one of her legs and put it wrapped around his back, becoming almost glued onto her while his lips battled her, his hand teased her leg and he could feel a part of him slowly start to manifest everytime he rubbed against her thighs. Only the final layers of clothes separated them.

Akima shivered with pleasure. Moaning softly as if trying to to tell him to hurry and take her. But she did not want to use words. She began unzipping his last bit of clothing. Arching her back to rub her bare chest against his. Feeling the want grow stronger and stronger . Imagining their voices collide in complete exstasy. As they would make love to one another. Gripping his shoulder with her right hand. Letting her nails touch the skin of his back. Scratching a bit at his back. But never hurting him. She did not want to wait any longer. She wanted to make love to him. Like nobody ever could. And ever would. He deserved that. And she would give it.

He began letting out soft groans of pleasure as he felt her nails softly tease his back and their groins meeting repeatedly, prompting his manly organ to gain more and more volume, ready to claim her as his woman. When she finally released him of his clothing, he felt relieved, as his body had all the mobility he could possibly crave for. All that was missing was for her to be fully ready for him. That was why he began to quickly unzip and start lowering her pants so that no more boundaries'd be between them. He planted a heated kiss on her lips before pulling a way a bit to give her space to get fully undressed. Leaning back with his legs slightly open as to allow his hardened member to be out and ready for her, he looked at her eagerly, not wanting to wait. He needed to take her immediately.

Akima removed her final piece of clothing. Akima moved so she was comfortable. Wrapping her legs around him. She lead her hand behind his neck. Pulling him in for a kiss. Claim his lips as hers. She pushed her lower body up. Wanting him to be the man. And lead for once. Usually she would want to lead in such position. But this time was different. And Akima doubted he would fail his task. Her hand gripped at his hair. Nibbling on his lower lip. Her body was heated and ready for him. And she wanted to claim and be claimed.

She was closer than she had ever been, sitting on him with her legs around his torso. Even so, she kept relinquishing control to him when she raised her lower body up, her entrance directly above his massive member which was eager to enter her. He hungrily kissed the woman back, his right hand holding his member up while his left one slowly made Akima go down, until the tip of his organ began teasing her waiting lips. Smirking into the kiss, he made no ceremonies as he pushed his penis inside her, immediately starting to addapt to her as his head went down and he pressed his face against her chest before starting to move inside her.

Akima let out a moan as soon as she felt him enter her. Smiling. There was nothing seperating them now. When she felt him moving. She began moving on him aswell. As she rotated her hips on him. Sighing deeply. Akima closed her eyes. Just enjoying this together with him. Akima was dead for doing this. But se did not care. All that mattered was him and her. She scratched at his back again. Her voice made another sound out of pure pleasure. Breathing heavy. Wanting nothing more than to hear and feel him enjoy it as much as she did.

He merely smirked at her for a few seconds, feeling his manly member become enveloped by her warm and welcoming walls. It was exhilarating how tightening her womanly walls had become, and it only drove him to pick up his pace, synching his movements with her own so that he'd hit her as deep as he possibly could whenever they met. Pressing his face against her shoulder, he let out slightly low moans as both his hands firmly gripped her rear, his fingers fully feeling the texture of her skin as he made her go up and down on his member at ridiculously high speed.

She was unsure how to react. He was driving her crazy. In a good way. She pulled at his hair to move his face close to hers. Every movement they made together sent sparks through her intire body. And she liked it. Kissing his lips deeply. Akima was hungry for him. Wanting to reach the finish together with him. Leaving his lips for a second to let her voice exclaim in pure pleasure. He was doing exactly what she had asked him to do. Shivering in his arms. As she let their lips meet again. In a heated kiss. She had imagined this. But it was so much better than she had imagined.

He found himself being overwhelmed by pleasure, much to his shock, which only became more alarming when he realized he never lost his pace as he burried his member as deep as he could inside his lover. His lips releasing several moans as he kept making her move faster, he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming quick and uncontrolled as he felt himself go crazy with the intensity of their lovemaking. He pitied it'd stick only for one night. He was so close to releasing his seed too...

She couldn't remember feeling this good. In a while. Every movement shot electricity through her entire body. She felt amazing. And Akima only wanted more. More speed. More of his moans. She couldn't get enough. As she had wrapped herself around him like a snake. So close to her release..
It must have looked like two animals who were on each other. And it felt like that too. Akima arched her back. Releasing her final roar of pleasure when she felt her entire body being filled with sensations.

The tension he had built up drove him to a breaking point, ending with the assassin releasing a strong growl as his fingers got themselves burried deeply in Akima's rear when he released furiously inside the female.
It took a few minutes for him to regain his breath, finally soothed down, his slit eyes gazing upon hers as he finally had some relaxation, a soft smile growing on his lips before he kissed her softly.

She was happy. Smiling softly in the kiss that followed after both had caught their breaths. "Thank you...this was...amazing.." Akima whispered against his lips. Unsure why she thanked him. But for a moment she had forgotten who she was. Why this was dangerous. And why she shouldn't be doing this. In a cloud of pure enjoyment. She forgot everything. Akima gently moved up. As she moved off of his manhood. But staying in the embrace. As her eyes focussed in his. Leaning her forehead against his. Wanting to speak. But awaiting his responce. His next move. She did not want to leave him.

As he sought a way to reply to her, he found his words cut short by the feeling of her walls rubbing his member one last time as they removed themselves from it. The feeling of fresh air against his sensitive spot drove him to close his eyes a bit, but he merely nodded and smiled a bit more as he felt her forehead meet his, his strong hand passing on the back of her hair as he stared back into her eyes, continously taking her lips into heated kisses, becoming addicted to her.
"If we keep this up, you'll addict me to you, Akima..." he whispered in her ear.

His words made her smirk. "Ooh..but that is only a fair fate for you.." She whispered against his lips. Moving her kisses to his neck. As her hands found their way to his shoulders. Pushing him down to the ground. Though not trying to hurt him. "...Should I...leave..instead?" Akima asked teasingly. Ofcourse she did not wanr to leave him. Feeling more at home in his arms than in her own.

She looked him into his eyes again. Don't make me leave.. Akima was surprised by her own thought. Moving a bit back. Maybe this was going too far. Akima could kiss someone. Could make love to someone. But never have to depend on someone. She was on her own. Akima could do it on her own..But.. Maybe..she didn't have too..