Undercover Lover

<i>Ah, Shit.</i>

Pro Hero Cheshire, known to some as Elly Sketchit and others simply as "Ches" due to various reasons, was having trouble with the current mission she was on.

It was a simple one; infiltrate a company that was suspected of villainous deeds and find tangible evidence of foul play. Again, it wasn't difficult - especially with her quirk -- but she had been teamed with Present Mic so as to remain inconspicuous, and <i>that</i> was causing her some serious issues.

For one, she couldn't help thinking her partner looked <i>so damn good</i>. He was incognito like her, so she referred to him as Yamada instead of Mic. Every time she did she felt a small twinge, though, wanting to call him by his given name but knowing it was socially unacceptable.

His hair was tied up in a neat bun, the extra that wouldn't fit falling smoothly down his neck. Yamada also wore a Western style suit in charcoal gray with a gold and charcoal striped tie.

"Did ya find it yet?"

She turned from her scrutiny of the room to see him digging with two fingers uncomfortably at the tie. "I hate this," he complained sourly. "It feels like a little noose choking me."

"I thought you liked Western stuff."

"Well..." He hedged, digging through an unlocked drawer. "I do. Just not <i>ties</i>."

She chuckled and went back to scanning the office for hiding places.

"Ches!"

"Hmm?" Before she knew what was happening, he had grasped her around the waist, spinning around to push her onto the desk. Yamada's lips mashed against hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with an eagerness that left her dizzy. She threw her arms around him and held tight, one hand stealing to his neck to stroke and play with the excess hair hanging from his bun. Her heart fluttered madly in her chest and her blood sang; every little touch inflamed her.

When she finally looked into his red, spiraling eyes they were apologetic, however. "Sorry," he mouthed silently.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Her ears flicked. <i>Shit!</i> She had been too distracted to hear the door opening! Her quirk should have easily rendered them invisible but she had been too busy pining for the tall, blond hero.

He had caught the intrusion and used her as an excuse for them to be there.

"Ohhh. Sorry," he said out loud a little sheepishly. He smirked, his mustache twitching as he stared at the imposing figure in the doorway. "We just wanted to, uh... find some place quiet."

Elly tried her best to act irritated at the interruption. She <i>was</i> upset, just not precisely in that way. Still, she needed to play the part convincingly, right? Her hand stole down his neck, dropping low on his back while she whispered in his ear. "Let's take this somewhere else, handsome."

"Yeah."

"Get out!" The owner of the office shouted.

They scrambled out in a tangle of arms, bumping into each other in their haste to get away as office workers would in this situation. When they got far enough away, he sighed shakily and dropped his head, breathing hard.

"That was close," she murmured.

"Sorry," he panted. "I'm sorry - it was all I could think of to do, and, well, you gotta admit it worked!"

Elly crossed her arms. "It's okay."

They walked into a nearby breakroom, empty due to most going out to lunch that day. It had been a good time to snoop, but apparently the floor was not as empty as they'd thought. He closed the door carefully behind them and faced her, ready to apologize again.

"Are you - are you <i>pouting</i>?" He blinked several times, rapidly, then swore as one of his contacts popped out. The color underneath was his natural greenish-gold instead of the red. He tilted his head and placed it back in, adding a few eyedrops with another muttered curse that sounded suspiciously like 'Aizawa'.

"There," he muttered. "Stupid things. I wish they'd've let me wear my glasses."

"I'm fine, Yamada," she said curtly. "It's fine. Let's go."

"Uh uh, no way." His fingers curled around her wrist as she tried to rush past. "You're <i>upset</i>. I told ya I was sorry to jump you like that. I didn't mean it at all!"

"<i>I said I'm fine!</i>" Elly knew she was acting childish but couldn't help herself. The sting of rejection was too much. He didn't have to act like kissing her was repulsive! And, besides, in the moment, she had been convinced he was into it. It was in the way his breathing had hitched just a little bit, his ears blushing and his hands squeezing her so tightly.

No.

No, she had imagined that. He'd only done it for the mission.

"Yer not fine," he snorted.

"It's not your fault," she admitted grudgingly. "I liked it. I wanted to think you did, too. Now let's never speak of it again."

"Wait," he gasped as she yanked her wrist from his grip. "Wait, Ches - you <i>liked</i> it?"

"I like you," Elly admitted with a deep blush. "So, yes. Rest assured, however, I won't let it be a problem at -" She broke off when he placed a hand on either side of her on the wall and leaned in close. "Um. Yamada?"

"So, uh, I lied," he drawled, his eyes half-shut as he touched his nose to hers. "I thought you didn't like me doin' all that kissing up on you. Looks like I was wrong, hmm?" He brushed his mouth on hers, humming low in his throat. Elly chased the sweet sensation of his lips, following him when he moved to one side. He groaned and let her catch him in their best kiss yet, full and soft and deep and fully consensual.

"Yamada," she breathed softly.

"Shit, yeah," he whispered. "Let's try that again. Only this time -" He placed a thumb on her chin and rubbed gently. "This time, call me Hizashi."

Her purple eyes opened wider than wide as he kissed her once more, his hands roaming.

"<i>Hizashi</i>," she purred, voice thick with passion.

"I take back what I said before," he husked enthusiastically. "This is an awesome mission. And it just might take awhile longer."

"We've still got to find that info," she agreed.

He chuckled wickedly. "It won't be too hard now that we've got a reputation for canoodling. Then we can have fun grossing the kids out back at our other job."

"Oh, my."