Byakuran - Marshmallows

Summary: she never had a big sweet tooth, yet she never knew how addictive sweet his kisses could be. Her boss was a difficult man to impress, yet he always got what he wanted and she knew that, so why keep denying him?

inspiration: MARSHMALLOWS!!! :3

A/N: taken from my fanfiction account - some of the stories that weren't getting much love -look me up on thebattleangel :)... I don't own any khr characters, if I did I'd have my own harem :P

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She glared at her boss irritably as he sat casually at his desk eyeing her rigid form. "Oh come on Alice-chan, have a marshmallow." He taunted watching her features pull into a scowl. He chuckled darkly popping another marshmallow into his mouth. He loved taunting the young woman who stood before him. Though he had to admit it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to control himself around her, specially when she bit her lip in frustration like she was at that moment. It turned him on badly.

"For the last time, NO." She growled as she turned to leave his office. She didn't want to be near the man. He was a devil. A tempting devil with that annoyingly sexy smirk on his face as he watched her. Her resolve was wearing thin around him and she knew it would be a matter of time before she snapped and actually jumped him if given half the chance. She wanted to run her fingers through his messy white hair and do very, very bad things with him.

"I didn't say you could leave Alice." Byakuran purred watching her as he smirked evily at the woman with her strange lavender hair and eyes. His eyes ran down the back of her form appreciatingly taking in the curve of her hips, the dip of her spine and the voluptuos curve of her ass as she swayed her hips as she tried to exit his office. She had the body of a goddess in his eyes and he would do anything to get a chance to ravish her. He wanted to hear his name rolling off her full lips,

She turned to face him, clearly unamused by his behaviour and actions. "Why now?" She growled seeing no reason to stay in his office and put up with him constantly trying to shove marshmallows down her throat when he got the chance to. It seemed to be a valid excuse if needed. The perfect cover for the actual reason why she really wanted to get out his office so badly.

"Because I want you to stay my dear. Can't I be alone with you?" He chuckled as he watched her features change into something that conveyed shock. She eyed him suspiciously, he was well aware that she knew what he was capable of. She was fighting herself to keep her mind from wandering to what was under his white jacket and how it would feel beneath her fingertips.

Byakuran had other ideas though for one of his lovely killers. He had been lusting after the young, fiesty female for quite some time and in so he had taken to taunting and teasing her just so he could see her reactions. Getting her alone was something he rarely managed.

"What exactly do you want from me?" She growled snapping him from his train of thought. "Marshmallows? Money? More deaths?" She watched him carefully. "Cause I could make all of those possible." She studied his features. How sexy he looked as he sat there pondering on all her offers she had made.

"I want none of those things." He said simply watching as the young female irked and his statement. This left the already frustrated woman's will fraying and fast. For a moment she thought he knew about her lusting for him, but she quickly dismissed the thought. She never gave him any hints. The same went for all the others she worked with.

"Then what is it that you want?!" She demanded slightly more annoyed than what she was actually permitted to be.

Byakuran eyed her over again and smirked at her watching a shudder run through her body. 'Well I suppose its time I let the cat out the bag.' He thought to himself as he stood up from his seat and walked over to where Alice stood closing all the space there was between them.

"I want you." He stated before pushing her to the wall behind her and kissing her senseless. It pleased him that she didn't put up a fight or even deny him when he made the advance on her. What pleased him even more was the soft whimper that escaped her lips as he pushed her against the wall, his hands running up and down her sides.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, encouraging him to continue. Though she knew what they were doing was most likely wrong, she couldn't care less. His taste was intoxicating.

She had to admit, marshmallows had never tasted so good.