Undercover - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - 1886

Summary: Stupid little black dress. 1886 / HibarixHaru (A sister fic to Lies as it takes place in the same universe)

My lack of KHR knowledge might make some things untrue or some characters OOC!

I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.

WARNING: Tad bit mature.

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Undercover

HappyFace1886

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Brown eyes glimmered warmly under the light. Her equally dark brown tresses cascaded over her face while her mesmerizing lips sparkled underneath the dimly lit light. She whispered something into the nearby man’s ear and the two chuckled together, laughing about a secret that only those two shared. And then slowly she pulled away, murmuring her quick return, before she sauntered away from the table, her hips swaying with promises of more later into the night.

The restaurant had an expensive ambiance, the lights shining on each table while dimmed everywhere else to create the illusion that one single table was located in a room all to themselves. All around, people wore suits and slinky dresses, perfectly painted make-up complimented by the polished watches of their male counterpart.

Haru slipped into the nearest lady’s room, smiling charmingly at a nearby wait whose face turned into a light shade of pink. He quickly turned his eyes away. The patrons of the restaurant were all wealthy and powerful individuals. There were many stories of how workers were fired or dealt with a worse fate for daring to entangle themselves with their betters.

The restroom consisted of a tasteful décor, befitting the rooms outside of it.

Instead of heading to the stalls, Haru walked up to the sinks and placed her hands against the marble counter. The composed smile on her face faded and her shoulders slouched, her breathing heavy as she tried to calm her trembling nerves.

A heavy presence materialized behind her and she felt the warmth caressing her bare back revealed by the black cocktail dress she wore. Haru ignored it, focusing more on her breathing. She felt as though she was suffocating. Nightmares and personal demons were all arising at once and she thought she was going to pass out.

Fingers clasped her chin and lifted her face up, pulling her back until she was pressed against the solid chest. An arm wrapped itself against her waist and she weakly resisted, her hand grabbing onto the wrist as though to push it away. Instead, her fingers tightened around it, a soft mewl leaving her when she felt lips press against her neck.

A gasp escaped those shimmering glossed lips when there was a sharp neck on her pale flesh. “No... you can’t... you can’t leave a mark.”

Her protests were ignored as the reddening mark was laved by a hot tongue. The lips skimmed upward, leaving a searing trail behind until it reached her ears. “You’re doing well. Just a little bit more.”

Despite the praise, Haru felt how he tugged her even closer to him, a possessive grasp that indicated just how displeased he was by the actual situation. The indication warmed her and she ignored how she was basically making this mission more difficult by turning around and pressing her lips against his.

There was no hesitation as he kissed back, his hands that settled around her waist threatening to reach lower to cup her rounded rear in order to lift her up and shove her into the nearest wall. Mission be damned. The moment he laid eyes on her in that little black dress, he had wanted to tear it off of her and ravage her in his bed all night long.

She opened her mouth and moaned lightly at how hot his tongue was; at the way he ravished her mouth with a desperation that indicated that a kiss just wasn’t enough. Her closed eyes snapped open when she felt his fingers toying with the hem of her dress, but any possible protest was swallowed by him as he persisted in his endeavor to claim every piece of her mouth for himself.

Haru’s fingers were clutching onto the front of his shirt, ruining the soft purple material with wrinkles by how tightly she was holding onto him.

He wouldn’t dare!

He almost chuckled when he felt how damp she was and there was a light rumble of approval deep within his chest. The kiss was broken as he pulled away, their mouths open while her tongue remained out and wanting for more. Fire was glowing within those brown depths and he knew she was going to try and tear him a new one, when he took the opportunity to shove one single finger deep inside of her. Any sharp remark was choked in a gasp as he enter inside of her to the knuckle, the harsh material of her panty brushing against her sensitive inner walls.

“I-Idiot,” she managed to gasp out while he indulged himself further with her neck. Haru felt the edge of the counter pressing insistently against her back, but it was hard to even care about how it was digging against her skin when he was starting a slow, methodical rhythm with his finger. His other hand was tugging at her hair, undoing the elaborate bun that had taken her so many painstaking hours to create. Her hair cascaded down her back with some locks falling over her face, adding to the breathless flair of her features.

She was shuddering and writhing beneath him, hating and loving every minute of it. It was unfair how much control he had over her, the way he’d look at her with that cocky please smirk while he manipulated her body into falling in his favor. One of her hands trailed down from his chest and towards the buckle of his belt when he grabbed a hold of it, their fingers interlocking with each other while he whispered heatedly against her lips.

“You have a mission to complete, remember?”

Haru almost clocked him on the head for that, but it was impossible to form a proper response, especially when he curved his forefinger inside of her and brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves that left her a whimpering mess. Her inner thighs were soaked and she knew his hand had to be drenched.

“Hi... bari...” Haru leaned against him for support, finding her knees to be failing her. She was so close; so, so close to going over the edge. Her inner walls were latching onto him desperately, protesting when he slowly began to withdraw his finger in an agonizingly slow manner. Haru buried her face into his chest, silently begging him to finish what he started. There was no way he was going to leave her like this!

“So hurry up and finish it,” Hibari then growled, crushing his lips against hers for a much more aggressive kiss. The hunger behind it was dizzying and Haru could sense his impatience, the way he craved for more of her and yet knowing it would only delay their plans if he did as he wished. No, he wanted to take his time with her, to caress and taste every supple skin the way he wanted.

And he was growing impatient with waiting.

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::owari::

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AU: The smart thing to do would be to save this and use it as an update for next week... guess I'm not a smart person xD

Also, to provide a better picture, I was thinking more along the lines of this dress for Haru's black dress.