Go ahead, Bau-san. I don't mind.

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Here is the fan-wanking. It didn't turn out as well as I had hoped..... Sadness! The strangest thing with this pairing is that whenever I try to write something.... spicy... with them, I always get cross-eyed and my thoughts escape me and I can't write....
Anyway, have a read.
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“Come on, no one’s watching.” Kasumi goaded.

Jondum shifted uneasily in his seat. Surely, with Purgatory this crowded, someone was likely to see what he was doing.

But Kasumi promised him that she would keep look out. He should not have to worry about getting caught. Even in the ‘unlikely’ event that he was caught, she would cover him.

The night had begun with a dinner sponsored by the Citadel Council. Prominent officers, agents, and operatives had been invited. Jondum had brought Kasumi as his ‘plus-one’. Despite the elevated company, the pair had found the affair to be utterly dull and agreed to leave early.

“The night is still young. Let’s go have some fun.” Kasumi, clinging to his arm, had suggested.

Jondum had imagined a quiet evening of getting ahead in his paperwork, then his thoughts had taken a different direction to what a ‘fun-filled evening’ with the beautiful Kasumi Goto could consist of.

Nevertheless, Kasumi had had a different idea of how some fun could be had.

The first thing that Kasumi wanted to do at Purgatory was drink and Jondum was more than happy to oblige her. Salarians were notorious drinkers, after all, and he was no exception. He simply hoped that, in the time it took for his body to metabolize the alcohol out, he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself. He drank every glass that she ordered for him and she insisted that he loosen himself up.

“You are so tense, Bau-san.” she told him.

The club was not his usual scene, he explained to her.

Suddenly, there was his side-arm in her hand. She tapped its tip against the side of his arm. “This is an order, Bau-san. You must relax and have fun or I am afraid that I will have to shoot you.”

He knew she wouldn’t dare. Yet there was the undeniable fear that an accident might occur. Then he wondered when she had taken the weapon from him. He had not felt it leave his side yet there it was in her hand. He downed another shot before turning to her. “Fine. I’ll loosen up tonight.”

She laughed a victory laugh.

“But I insist that you return my weapon.” he said. He noticed that the gun felt lighter than usual when she handed it back to him.

As though she had read his mind, she informed him that after she had pocketed the gun, she had returned the ammo to his pocket.

He was amazed by her skill and told her so.

She thanked him for the compliment.

Another drink was given to them by the bartender. She suddenly got this look on her face, mischievous and looking like she knew a secret that he didn’t(which was quite likely). His heart sped up when she looked at him through her lashes. “Would you like to learn how to pick-pocket?” she asked him.

He declined the offer. Generous as it was, he could not imagine himself picking up the skills of a thief. “Besides, Miss Goto. Is it not crucial for your profession to keep your tricks and secrets to yourself?“

“You’re thinking of magicians, Bau-san. A skill requires both the knowledge of how to do it and the technique to complete it. I’m only relinquishing knowledge. The success is literally in your own hands.“ To further support her argument, she regaled him with an anecdote of when her pick pocketing skills had aided her in gaining an unforeseen advantage over an adversary and escaping. “Please, let me teach you, Bau-san!”

He could not say no to her and finally accepted her offer.

She leaned in close to him, “Exterior thefts are the simplest to accomplish, but they do not usually give as fruitful results as items closer to the target. It is what is in the pockets that can surprise you.” Upon finishing, she held up his car keys between their faces.

His eyes widened at the sight. “Very impressive, Miss Goto. Could I already assume that distraction is a key component to thievery?”

She nodded her head and smiled, “My my, Bau-san. You’re thinking ahead. Here, put it back into your pocket. I’ll show you how to do it.”

He complied with her orders.

“I want you to watch me and tell me the second you feel my hand touching you.”

A shaky breath filled him at the sight of her ghost hand slipping into his pocket. He felt nothing on his thigh, but saw the troughs and crests of her hand through the fabric. The hills of her hand moving lower and lower down his thigh to the end of his pocket.

All the while, she patiently explained to him how crucial it was to be aware of the bodies’ dimensions. That the first thing to notice about the target was what they were wearing and what they likely had on them.
One had to be very careful to not touch the target and to not arouse suspicion. Intuition could be helpful when judging the distance between the hand and body without shifting the target’s clothes.
“It’s not just clothing and distance.” she informed him, “Body language is crucial in locating what they might be carrying and where. Look for where their hand always lingers to, where they’re always checking to make sure that it’s still there.”

It seemed that the more she spoke, the longer she spent on teaching him, the closer the shorter the distance between them became. Jondum felt the room growing warmer and his thoughts becoming hazier.

He could barely concentrate on what she was telling him.

“Bau-san. I’m touching your keys right now.”

“Yes, Miss Goto.”

She turned more to him and her other hand suddenly planted itself onto his knee. Kasumi gave his knee a squeeze and his heart was near to bursting.

“That was the distraction., Bau-san.” she whispered deviously. Her hand rose up once more with his keys.
She drew back from him. Her arms crossed over her chest, accentuating her bust and she looked away from him. “Now try it. Find where I’ve hidden your keys and steal it back from me.”

Remembering her teachings, he quickly analyzed what she was wearing and came to conclude that she was teasing him. There were no pockets on her. All she had wore tonight was a dress that showed off an immense amount of skin.
Eying her all over, he noticed her legs that had been one over the other were now closed together at the knee. Her legs shifted and he heard the distinct clatter of his keys scraping against the bar stool.

His eyes widened at the realization. She wouldn’t dare! She couldn’t have! The audacity of her. Clearly, she was teasing him, trying to drive him mad! Her eyes flicked up to him out of its corners and her lips curved devilishly. “Go ahead, Bau-san. I’m waiting.”

“You have got to be joking.” he choked out.

“Maybe…” she taunted. “Come on, no one’s watching” she goaded him.

“The club is full tonight. Someone will see and think of me as a deviant.” he argued.

She tried to reassure him, “If anyone asks, I’ll tell them that you’re my boyfriend.” She turned away from him, “If it‘ll make you feel better, I‘ll keep watch.”

“Miss Goto...”

She spurred, “Where’s that daring Salarian Spectre I spent years escaping from now? He would have jumped at the challenge.”

With a sigh, he capitulated to her and willed himself to calm down. He had to think of this as a challenge. But the reality that he was touching the close intimate parts of Kasumi put him on edge. It seemed like torture!

Carefully, his hand slipped from the bar table to under. His hand hovered over her dress and slowly snaked under the hem. Even through his gloves, he felt the warmth of her almost burn him.

His eyes glimpsed down but was confronted by her own orbs. “No, no! You can look, Bau-san. You have to know where it is you’re looking. Look! Look down!” she quietly instructed.

He returned his gaze to the blinding white of her legs. His long fingers pulled the hem up higher and he saw the shine of his keys winking at him. Distracted for a moment and focused only on getting the keys back, he pulled the dress up higher and was reprimanded.

“Ah! I felt that! That’s strike one, Bau-san.”

“Sorry.”

His fingers came close to the key.

“I felt that one too!”

“You’re only saying that!” he snapped back, startled.

“One more strike and you’re out!” she joked.

This was no life or death situation. But it irked Jondum to be so helpless. With her, he was constantly put on a roller coaster of emotions that he had thought he would never feel or experience.
As frightening and heart-pounding the falls were, the heights she gave him were euphoric and enticing that he saw it as the reason why he was so attracted to her. He wracked his brain with what he could do next to procure his keys back.

This was not a mere lesson of pick-pocketing, he grasped. She was sizing him up! He wanted to slap himself for forgetting the fundamental aspect of their relationship, or what their time was to each other. They both lived for challenge, for mental stimulation! The chase gave them a greater thrill than the reward.

It all clicked.

Jondum smiled.

His hand traced her inner thigh. “Ah!” and he dared to think that he heard more in her voice. “Bau-san, you-” She was cut off.

He invaded her personal space, his hand pressing fully onto her bare thigh. He fondled the flesh and dove for her curtained neck. He kissed the perfumed skin and was close to falling out of consciousness, but endured.

There was a groan from her and a breathless, “Bau-san…” She gripped his uniform and her shoulder collided with the crevice that was his chest.
Long fingers curled over her thigh. There was another moan. He took male pride in drawing that sound out of her.

Kissing her ear, he whispered victoriously, “That was my distraction, Miss Goto.” He drew back and felt giddy inside when her fingers lingered on his uniform.
He held the keys up between them and leaned over the counter. “Did you feel that, Miss Goto?”

He was shocked to see the hint of rose appear over her visage.
“Cheeky Spectre.” sje muttered playfully.

A new beat started playing. “I love this song!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor with her.

They came chest to chest; his hands on her hips, hers on his shoulders. “A slow song is nice every now and again, don’t you agree?”