trouble maker [damien]

She was still pissed and fuming and downright moody about her morning. Kyoko wasn't sure how exactly this had started, but man to be like this on the job especially when he could be more than innocent... probably wouldn't be good. Her usually accusatory mood had skyrocketed too. And why the hell was it taking him so long to get the door?! Really... Maybe she should have rung the doorbell. But... man what was done was done and she couldn't stop being angry at the fact that, although she hadn't met the guy yet, he was being a dick and making her wait even longer -

Oh. Oh my. Kyoko really didn't expect a woman to be answering the door. And she really didn't expect this woman to be naked. She'd have ignored it if this were any other circumstance, and continued to be professional, but god dammit... it had been such a long time since she'd gotten any with a woman and she longed for that. Add onto the initial shock and Kyoko could only be reduced to staring at her figure. No. I didn't come here to stare at a naked woman, I have business, I got a job and... why is she so hot. If she was going to be here the whole time the Asian woman wasn't exactly sure if she could focus on the task at hand. That rich bastard, flaunting his sex escapades...

She literally dragged her eyes away from the sight (she was probably starting to creep the woman out), to bring herself to look anywhere but her shapely legs and soft, plush looking breasts. "I, um. Sorry, is there a Damien Kwan that lives here? I... have some questions..." It probably would have been a proper (or at least, not quite out of place) question to ask the woman to get dressed, but at the same time Kyoko could not find the heart to do so. The red-head was just... and Kyoko was enjoying the view so much... She resisted the urge to tell her how hot she was. That was just... unprofessional. "May I come in, please?"

Kyoko peered over the woman's shoulder, in another attempt to not look at any part of her below the face. And... yeah, she hadn't expected the guy to be so young. She'd looked him up, but it was still surprising to see someone not all that older than her. He was still a lucky rich bastard to have someone so hot though - almost everyone she did something with was either someone from a club or just on occasion. But he was kinda hot too. Why was this penthouse full of hot people, she didn't know. She only knew that they were hot, and she would be distracted infinitely. She only needed a few questions - that was all she needed. How the fuck was she both physically attracted to this man and at the same time loathing him? "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Kyoko could feel her self-control slipping. She wanted to look downwards but still held her eyes steady. She had to be professional. Even if she was... inviting... hell, one look couldn't possibly hurt, could it. And yes... it was so worth it. God, they were heavenly. It would be even better if she were just... no. Nope, she had to talk the the guy, honestly. Professionalism... was key... yet professionalism was surely slipping from her mind as the nude woman came ever yet closer. She was uncomfortable, yet at the same time she was really... really happy. Kyoko followed the woman in, trying very hard (and failing really bad) not to look at her backside. Her anger was very quickly being replaced by desire and lust. Oh, she was doomed the moment she knocked on the door.

Coffee would be nice, but... "I... I really don't want to intrude and take your coffee. Where are my manners? I'm Kyoko." She awkwardly introduced herself. The atmosphere was... it was not exactly tense, as the two of them seemed rather relaxed. Though she felt more like an impostor than anything.

"O-oh, it's alright. I don't mind it." How could anyone mind it?! But it was distracting, maybe she could ask her to put some clothes on just for the sake of her sanity. Because hell to it. She felt overdressed in the presence of these two, but could they really blame her since she had just been walking on the streets with people who were wearing, if not more, clothes than herself. "I, uh, I rather enjoyed it." No Kyoko, no don't say that, no that was mad. The hospitality of these people was really throwing the Asian woman off, though. It was just surprise after surprise after surprise. "I... I really shouldn't have any breakfast. I just needed to ask some questions, is all."

Amidst all this... whatever this was, Kyoko had forgotten to show her badge. Ah well, by this time it was probably more than obvious. For some reason she still felt a little uneasy with the asking. "Thank you for the tea." Tea was a lot more better, though it had been quite a while since she last had a cup of tea. When was the last time - was it with Kei? Or was it with her parents? She took a sip, a bit wary, and sat down.

"I, uh, I don't feel really comfortable talking to you about this so early in the morning, and I'm sure you have a lot on your mind." Deep breath, Kyoko. She wasn't doing anything wrong. "But on our most recent drug bust, we found a package with your company's logo." Moment of truth. Great... just great. "Is there... any reason why it's there?"

"Y-you know Japanese? I was under the impression you were Chinese, for some reason." It felt a bit odd talking in her native tongue with someone other than Kei or her parents, much like the tea he had offered her. Though Kyoko couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. It was fun, really. And the comfort level seemed to rise a bit with that notion. "Your accent's barely noticeable - you speak the language well." Cheerful and fun as it was to speak Japanese once again, and as comfortable it was, she couldn't say much or else she would risk losing any semblance of professionalism she had left (which really wasn't that much, when she thought about it).

She took a moment to think. In all intents she really should regard him as an innocent. The tattoos she had taken a glance at on his legs were a bit, well, out of place for a businessman, and she was more than wary. Still, she didn't want to think that he was at fault, and he did seem fairly understanding of the situation as a whole, even cooperating. Now is that a person who would be hiding a drug ring? Well, to pretend to be cooperative was probably something that they would do. Well, at least they were being cooperative, and they might dig their own grave if it came to that. She smiled graciously anyways. "Thank you, the records would be greatly appreciated."

Damien still seemed rather incredulous of the situation. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find out who did it. They probably just used your company as a decoy, if anything." Her voice was slightly chipper. "Oh... thank you." Being complimented was also rather an unexpected thing - at least, just as unexpected as the man being attractive as well as having a naked lady answer the door was. Usually people didn't compliment her when she barged into their living space and accused them of something, no matter how subtle. She half expected to be kicked out too, not being regarded as a thing of beauty.

That woman - still naked, came over closer towards the two of them, and Kyoko get again fought with the urge to look. A few peeks escaped either way, but to be blatant was still uncourteous, and to be quite frank she was on the job. If she visited while she was off duty, maybe it would be better. No, no she couldn't involve herself with work, especially when they might be suspects. She couldn't even entertain the idea, as much as she would really like to, because Kimiko was... really a gorgeous sight.

"Ah, no, it's just my job to investigate everything, is all! I'm sure it wasn't..." She couldn't be biased, and she shouldn't have let that escape from her mouth. Kyoko covered her mouth, if that would have any effect on the words that had already been said. How... how could she resist those eyes, coupled with that body, oh god it was too early in the morning for work (even though it really wasn't). Kyoko really shouldn't be biased though. Not with people she just met. If only she could constrain her eyes for a few seconds, she might be able to get control of the situation. But no, they wandered, as much as she tried to keep them in check.

Too much... eroticism in the morning. Kyoko actually wasn't sure how long she could hold out in this situation before she was just about ready to pounce on the other woman in an act of desperation and pent-up frustration. She was almost thankful for getting out of the eye of scrutiny once he got up to call whoever it was he was calling. And as much as the cop would like to eavesdrop, a few spoken words assured her that, as much as she tried, whatever language it was that they were speaking was not any that she had learned. She gave up the task, trying to identify tone in the absence of language, but still picked up nothing. Obviously, nothing to hide, aside from the fact he was speaking another language. Of course, his company did import things from China, so he was just probably speaking in that language for the sake of ease, right? So she contented herself with just enjoying the tea and waiting patiently.

Well, as patiently as one could get when they were being under the eye of an incredibly sexy and naked woman. Kyoko enjoyed the attention, as anyone would, but she couldn't help but feel as though she were doing something wrong, and she hadn't even done anything to provoke it (except for some intense heated stares, but she could hardly account for the red-head's attire, or lack thereof). The discomfort level rose a bit, but as did the heat in her body as the woman inched closer until she was sitting right beside her. Oh hell... oh hell... how can I control myself... It was too much, her voice was literally coated with seduction and... holy shit Kyoko literally had to force out the next words in a fit of stutters and irrationality. "I-it's really n-not much of a p-problem. D-don't thank m-me." She hadn't been reduced to this stammering mess in forever.

The contact of hand to thigh was probably what drove Kyoko to the very edge of insanity, the stroking was heavenly and the slow, deliberate movements enough to drive anyone insane, especially since she had been fighting off any semblance of lust for the past couple of minutes. This just wasn't helping, and even despite all her control, she didn't have enough to contain a low moan. "Y-you're not playing fair." The lips that came in contact to the cop's cheek just made everything worse (or better, from whatever perspective one was looking at). She was losing the control that she had, the careful and meticulous control she had been growing was growing weaker by the second. Just a couple more inches, she kept telling herself. Just a couple more inches of the delightful skinship and she'll stop Kimiko.

It didn't happen, and her resolve shattered the instant the red-head's hand stopped. She had just missed the whole exchange between the two of them, but frankly Kyoko didn't care. She was just about to urge her to go on, beg her for it, but reason started seeping into her mind. Her face felt hot - hell, her entire body did. And for some reason she knew that she could probably get her relief right now, but fought it off. God damn it... reason, why did you have to come swooping in right now? Still, her arousal was probably evident by the two of them, and embarrassment came over her. "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me..."

She tried her very hardest to collect her thoughts and pretend that nothing had happened. Kyoko tried very hard, but there was definitely no way that she could pretend this hadn't ever happened. The cop missed the touch of the other woman as it left her, sighing as the warmth left her. Though she couldn't do anything, as the red-head retreated to the bedroom. She just felt stuck in this position, breathing a bit heavily and trying very, very hard to control herself from her breakdown. And she observed that it wasn't working. Deep breaths in and out did nothing to her mind, there was no calming sensation and her head was going in overdrive. This was too much, too fast. She had planned to come here, ask some questions, and head back to the station and talk some with Kei. She wasn't expecting the naked woman nor the seduction that came along with it.

The little pause that followed, along with the words of apology from Damien helped just a little for her control, as fragile as it was. It would probably break in no time if the right buttons were pressed, but surely he wouldn't do that, right? Her mind would probably implode all on it's own at the prospect of two people being erotic as they were especially when she was on the job and not looking pursuing anyone. It was a change, a welcome change, but at the same time the consequences would probably be dastardly. And it wasn't fair... if he touched her like that, so gently, she'd melt. So... this was what it felt like when a person was sexually frustrated, was it? "Don't be sorry." The breathlessness was coming back, piling onto her quickly, and Kyoko was powerless to stop it. And all he had done was caress her cheek. Was she really this desperate?

And her own body was reacting when her brain commanded it not to. The place on her thigh that had been longing the touch of the woman felt relief as once again a hand was placed on it, only different, bigger, stronger. She moved her leg in increments, trying to move his hand ever closer to it's target, while at the same time being discreet about it. Though she feared, she was anything but discreet about anything now, her mind in more of a haze than anything. This was too intimate, she had to get some answers... some documents...

Oh screw them. They didn't matter anymore as his lips met her's, tenderly, softly. How can I resist this? He apologized once more. "Don't be-" She was cut off by another kiss, firmer and more passionate. His hands moved quickly, and she found herself more aroused than before. How in the world was he legal?! How was he even possible?! And still, she found it unfair, as he pulled back. Probably assessing her reaction. She was frozen in a stunned state before she crashed her lips onto his in a frenzy. "You didn't play fair..." All this time she had been trying to fight it, as useless as it was. Her heightened senses were no help, and she used both of her hands to tangle into his hair as his had her's. "Not since I walked through the front door."

She hadn't felt like this in... well, forever. The excitement was never there in her previous lays, and to be quite frank (although her mind was still protesting to this) she was looking forward to whatever it would bring. She just couldn't find the willpower to resist anymore. So Kyoko brought her voice low, barely above a whisper. "So how about we join your friend?"

Okay. She did it. She lost her control. And she didn't even care anymore. Pleasure was top priority as she was led towards the room where the other woman was waiting. How in the world had she scored so luckily, again? Right her job. And right now, her job was probably the furthest thing from her mind. The company of these two very attractive people would make anyone forget about their job, surely. Kyoko couldn't be an exception, their lust was just... unrivaled. Well, just the way she liked it. She wouldn't have it any other way.

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This was unfamiliar. The bed was unusually soft, and she swore that she had just woken up and was in a foul mood not too long ago. Did the day past by so fast? Well, the bed was comfortable, and Kyoko didn't find any thoughts pressing her and... oh wait. Oh, no wonder. She just had mind-blowing sex with suspects. Not suspects, not really, Kyoko reasoned in her mind, trying to make herself feel less guilty. People who just got mixed up in a drug bust, is all. Well, hopefully that was all it was. But other than that, she found no important matter to attend to, and she sunk back into the bed, comfortable and content for the time being. She chose to vibrating that was so obviously a phone, but low enough to be ignored. Not now, go away, you're not needed.

Of course, Damien shook her shoulder causing her to rouse herself awake. Ugh, if so be it, she'll answer her phone. She managed to grab a few seconds to try to get rid of the grogginess, and then answered the phone. "Hello?" Evidently the sleepiness had yet to go away, as demonstrated in her voice. Kyoko wondered who was calling and what they would think of this. How long had she been out? Hopefully not that long, because there was still stuff to - oh my fucking jesus god holy shit.

"Kei?! I'm sorry, I... I really don't have an excuse. I'll go back to the station right away, okay?" She bolted up on the bed, covers falling off and causing her to shiver a bit from lack of warmth. "No no no, I don't need to get picked up, I'll be there okay? No, I know where I am, I can find my way there." Last thing she wanted was her partner to end up here. This wasn't their case, it was her's, and she really didn't fancy her partner to know exactly what she had been up to while investigating the drug bust. This was just great. "I'll see you in twenty minutes or so, bye." She snapped the phone shut in a fury. She must have been out for longer than she thought. Looking at the clock, she'd been gone for at least a couple of hours. "Fuck."

She scrambled to grab all of her clothes, half pulling her pants up and stuffing the phone in the pocket. "Sorry Damien, I have to go. Work calls. Do you have the documents yet, or do you just want to fax them to the station?"

She hummed in displeasure. But at the same time, Kyoko couldn't be mad at Kei - after all, if Kei hadn't called then she'd probably have stayed here for the rest of the day. Which probably wouldn't have been good, since she needed all the pay she could get. Her father couldn't supply her with money, and she wouldn't have let him either. And she should probably be thankful that it was her partner and not the Captain that called, because how as she going to explain the sleepy tone and the lateness? Kei could cover, but the Captain would never do such a thing for her. "Thank you very much. For the documents, and the good time."

She was about to put her shirt back on when she felt hands wrapping around her and lips upon her shoulder. "Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Kwan." There was a playful tone in her voice, letting him kiss her shoulder once more before putting her shirt back on, smiling at her wandering hands. Though she was under a time stretch, twenty minutes and she was pretty sure she would be late even then. She took the documents in her hand - Kyoko would look over them later when she wasn't preoccupied about her partner yelling at her for being... well, whatever complaint she had this time, because believe it or not she had been on time for work, she just took a really long break for investigation.

"Don't worry - of course I'll visit." Kyoko didn't think she would be able to resist visiting. Though... maybe she should wait until the investigation was over, or hit a roadblock. She didn't want to be too obvious. "Bye, I'll see you soon."

Kyoko did end up getting lost, and she didn't quite notice that large hickey until she was at the station looking in the mirror. That bastard didn't even tell me...