Lethe scowled irritably as he walked down the dark sidewalk. As if work hadn't been shitty enough, an annoying light drizzle had started as soon as he left the club. He hadn't been able to light a cigarette for it. And he sorely needed one. That or a stiff drink, he wasn't sure which. His clothing was clammy from the damp and a thin trickle of rainwater was running down the collar of his shirt, right the line of his spine.
"Fuck," he muttered as the heel of his boot caught on a crack in the sidewalk. He glanced up at the dark façade of the apartment building where he was currently living. Every single window was dark, the only hint of inhabitance the faint flicker of candles in a few of the windows. "Power must be out…again."
He sighed, fishing the key out of the front pocket of his tight black jeans, unlocking the foyer door and stepping inside. His nose wrinkled slightly as he caught the familiar smells of the tenement. 3B must have had liver and onions for dinner, he though as he place a hand on the banister, starting up the stairs for his own apartment. He caught a whiff of other odors here and there. The familiar pine oil scent from 1A; the old woman that lived there cleaned religiously, and a very interesting hint of smoke from 6C. Lethe smirked as he passed that landing, filing that away for future reference. He'd have to remind them that it's only polite to share. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a decent joint.
He finally reached the eighth floor, boots thumping softly on the tile as he made his way down the pitch black hall. The only hint of illumination came from the skuzzy window at the end of the hall. Fortunately, the door of his apartment was right next to it and even though he had to squint he was able to get his key in the lock. He turned the knob, hearing the locks clicking as they opened, and pushed the door open.
The apartment was just as dark as the hallway outside and he fumed as he kicked the door shut, hearing all the locks reset. Figures, he thought as he started unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He shivered as he peeled the damp material away from the green skin it had molded itself to, pulling the tails out of the waistband of his jeans. Shirt unbuttoned, framing a lean chest, he sat down on the coffee table to pull off his boots, tossing them toward the corner.
His head came up, pointed ears flicking at a faint sound from the other room. What was that…? He eased up off the table, hand going to his back pocket and the butterfly knife tucked inside, pulling it out and flipping it open with practiced ease. Had someone taken advantage of the power outage to break into his place? Well, they weren't going to get much, seeing as he didn't own anything worth stealing. He padded silently over to the closed bedroom door, hesitating a moment to listen.
All was silent now, but oddly enough, he thought he caught the sweet scent of jasmine from the other side of the door. He placed his hand on the knob, turning and pushing all in one smooth motion. Knife ready, sapphire eyes flashing with a faint crimson edge, he stood framed in the doorway, menace exuding from his posture.
He wasn't being robbed, was his first coherent thought upon the sight that met his startled eyes. The room was lit with the warm glow of several fat round candles, from which the heady aroma emanated. And on the bed…
"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to come in here or not." The voice was sultry, slightly husky with a hint of amusement, the sort of voice that made men's hearts beat faster. Lethe was no exception, all irritation from his lousy night fading away as he looked over the woman lounging on the bed. She was tall and slim, but not waifish, full breasts and lush hips filling out the black lace negligee to perfection. The golden candlelight warmed her pale green skin, amber eyes flickering much like the small flames as she regarded him steadily.
The corner of Lethe's mouth turned up slowly, a white fang glinting against full lips as he relaxed, the knife disappearing into his pocket. "Sasori," he said, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossing over bare chest. "What brings you here?"
She shrugged negligently, the thin black strap of her teddy slipping to bare a smooth shoulder. "Thought I'd give you a little surprise," she said, lounging in the pillows at the head of the bed. The black and maroon mounds framed her perfectly, her tousled cap of short emerald-black hair spread out over the one behind her head. She moved an arm with casual deliberation, resting it above her head, the motion making her breasts press upward.
Lethe's eyes narrowed, roving slowly over her, from the top of her head, over the heart shaped face, down the slender line of her neck, pausing a moment to note that she was either cold or aroused, down the flat plane of her stomach, the smirk widening a bit at the black lace panties, before sweeping down the long long legs. He had a sudden mental image of those legs wrapped around his waist as he rode her mercilessly into the mattress and his entire body tightened in response.
Sasori couldn't help but to react as his eyes moved over her body almost like a caress. Her eyes half lidded, nipples tightening and a familiar warmth sparking low in the pit of her stomach as she noticed the front of his jeans tenting a bit. "What's wrong, Lethe," she purred, shifting slightly atop the comforter. "You don't like…surprises?"
He pushed off the doorway, arms falling to his sides, fangs flashing in a quick grin. "Oh, I just love surprises, Sasori. Why don't you surprise me some more?" He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it slide down his body to fall on the floor in a forgotten pile of material. The candlelight danced over dark green skin, brightening the bits of pink on shoulders, arms and lean stomach as he stepped into the room, the door closing softly behind him.