Pairing: Nines x Reader
Warning(s): None
Prompt 17: “Needing to hide from the bad guys” kiss
A/N: Eeek, I’m sorry that this sucks. ://
When he grabs your hand and pulls you into his side, it takes everything within you not to halt and react in the most ill-mannered way possible.
You knew there were plenty of ways that you could have responded to his sudden outburst, but there was something about the way he grabbed onto your hand, how he interlaced his fingers through yours that had you avoiding it altogether.
Rainy wind blows through your hair, the sound of sirens blares behind you. There isn’t much you can do but follow him and hope that time is on your side.
In what feels like forever, Nines hand tightens around yours before tugging you both into the alleyway on your right. Your back hits hard on brick wall, and your mouth parts to groan, but you stop when icy gray eyes hold you captive. In your peripherals, you can see the red and blue sirens from the police cars all whiz past you, but where you are isn’t coverage enough.
“What are you doing?” You growl, eyes flickering down to his lips for a minuscule of a second before promptly finding his eyes once more.
“Hiding in plain sight.” And with that, he slams his lips onto yours right as oxygen leaves you.
His lips are cold and wet from the rain as they collide with yours, molding and delicate, and not what you thought they’d be like. In fact, the action elicits a hum of pleasure from you, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around him to anchor yourself.
There’s a fleeting moment of hesitation where you think he might pull away, but he only presses harder into you, kissing with the force of his entire weight, but careful enough not to harm you. He groans, the sound low and possessive, and you have the urge to yank on his hair, but the feeling is gone before you can even think to do so just as he pulls back.
Your eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the brightness around you. When you connect focus with him once again, you exhale with a shaky breath, eyes alight with blurry stars.
“What was that for?”
“Distraction.” He murmurs with a softer tone, voice vibrating through you. A smirk stretches across his lips as he watches a certain desire come alive in you. Although, he says nothing.
“That was pretty intimate for just a distraction.” You breathe out and touch your lips, somehow still starstruck with the taste of his kiss.
“Mostly a distraction,” he rectifies sheepishly, clasping his hands behind his back in order to refrain from touching you more. He has no control.
“You know,” you push yourself off of the wall, a smirk of your own curling into your lips. You gently nudge his chest, but his hand comes to keep it grounded before you have a chance to pull away. Your smirk deepens. “You’re not a very good liar, Detective.”
“I know,” he dips his head down, lips almost touching yours— needing to touch yours one more time. He let’s his lips brush over yours tenderly, infectiously. “That’s why I always tell the truth.”
for the kiss prompts, do you think you could write for either 17, 58, or 65 with nines??
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