You'd been on his mind like a plague. Gepard found himself constantly in a lovesick state while thinking of you. Dozing off to daydreams of you, longing for just one more taste...

His only memento of you was the drawing he made; the stick-man equivalent of wanted posters. even looking at it for too long was enough to make the knight shiver. 

He traces over the drawn outline of your lips for a moment while touching the soft skin over his own...remembering the way your sensual touch made his entire body shake. 

No! 

Gepard refused to think this way, it was completely unprofessional! You were a criminal; someone he was forced to hunt down in order to bring to justice. He was the sheriff; you were the outlaw. 

Admittedly, a very cute outlaw...

He started to make excuses for you in his mind. Justifying what you'd done with any crazy explanation he could. You had been possessed! No, threatened? 

Cursing his thumping heart for reacting to the mere remembrance of your visage, the way your lips parted, and how you smiled so brightly. In order to exorcise you like the haunting thought you'd become, he slams a fist into the table. The entire desk creaks uncomfortably as it snaps into tiny wooden fragments. 

That was it. He was going to find you. 

-x- 

As if he weren't supposed to be there, he snuck from dark corner to dark corner, alley to alley. Flitting through the underground, his eyes scan the world from top to bottom searching for your familiar essence. 

If someone saw him now, they would never envision the esteemed 'Captain of the Silvermane guards' as an anxious abandoned lover. Seeking out the object of his affection as if he were a whipped dog left for the streets. 

He peeked out from behind a pole towards Natasha's clinic, hoping you'd be there. 

Gepard walks into the clinic, knowing you and Natasha had always been quite close, it felt as though he were there to ask for permission rather than just your whereabouts. The idea alone made him incredibly nervous, placing a shaky hand on the door handle as he enters the clinic. 

"Evening miss Natasha." Gepard greets with a soft salute to his chest, more of a warm gesture. 

"Oh, well if it isn't Captain Gepard? I've heard a lot about you." Natasha stifles a laugh, remembering how you came back to her clinic a blushing mess, screaming and raving about 'extremely hot blonde men!' as you had put it. 

"Me?" 

"Oh yes. Something about lip-gloss?" Gepard's face reddens an inhumanly deep shade, his armored hand clamps over his mouth. Natasha brings and inquisitive finger to her lips and giggles. 

"They're not here right now, probably on a mission with Sampo?" Natasha apologizes, heading back to work.

Gepard thanks her with a small bow of his head, walking out into the street defeated. There was a weight on his chest that felt as though he'd been crushed. 

Watching your little lovesick puppy from the rooftop you scoff; how could he be so hopelessly in love with you already? You just had to know. Like a cheeky snake with a growing hunger, you slide your arms around his waist- and peak past his flustered arm. 

Flying away from you with a startled jump, Gepard tries to regain his stoicism. "I thought you were on a mission."

"Came back when I heard you were looking for me~!" You coo, playfully pouting your lips. Watching the rosiness in his cheeks brought a devious grin to your face, you wanted nothing more than to tease this poor man until he was a teary-eyed mess. 

You tap on his armored breastplate, "Now that you found me, what's next?"  

"I- I'm leaving." He states quickly, too embarrassed now with all your teasing. Watching him walk, you pout slightly. Slipping something from out of his pocket, it was a last-ditch effort to make him stay. 

You twirl his lip gloss in your hands and feign ignorance. He watches intently as you remove the cap slowly. Untwisting it gently as if it were delicate, he feels a lump grow in the back of his throat.

"D-don't do that..." 

Ignoring his request you remove the cap with a smirk, parting your supple lips as you take a small breath. Gepard on the other hand felt as though he couldn't breathe, like your every action stifled his resolve to run. He wanted to stay- he wanted you.

Squeezing the gloss, you tenderly apply it to your bottom lip, taking your middle finger and spreading the tantalizing shine across your nude lip. Gently popping your mouth as you made sure to get it all over. When you finally catch his gaze, he looks frozen in place; his mouth agape and his jaw tensing, you could tell he was entranced. 

"Thanks for the gloss, Captain~" Winking at him, you place the small vial that you'd just raptured over your tender lips back into his motionless hand. 

"Wait...-wait a minute." He stops you, tightly gripping your wrist but doing it incredibly carefully. There was something in his eyes, showing you a primal desire that you couldn't help but exploit. 

It was ironic how he wanted you to stay now, but you supposed that was the power of a desperate man. And Gepard? He was more desperate for you than oxygen, the moment he saw you he felt like he couldn't breathe. 

Your eyes they saw through him. Your smirk, it smothered him in this feeling of euphoria. When he spoke, it was as if every word struggled to catch up to the last, held back by your coiled grasp around him. 

Now that you could smell his lust for you, you were ready to sink your teeth into him. 

Taking his hand in yours, you bring his ear down to your level. Leaning in to whisper to him; the sultry tone of your voice brings a chill down his spine. "You're so quiet Captain, I can't wait to make you scream~" 

The way you said it both made his heart flutter and sink into the cavity of his chest. He couldn't resist as you dragged him into a secluded part of Natasha's clinic, sitting him on the cot as you removed armor piece after armor piece. 

Gepard's breathing became unsteady as each barrier around his heart was slowly removed by your sensual grasp. Slithering your way under his heavy iron, and down into the fiery depths of his ecstasy driven temptations. As you take off his shirt, he stops you just before you can grab at his crotch. Upon seeing you move your body over him, his erratic heart began to soar. 

"What's up Captain. Cold feet? I'll suck them for you-" he shoves his hand over your mouth, placing his lips to the back of his hand. He was kissing you! Without letting your lips meet!? Gepard just wanted to save himself the shame, but little did he know you were a bit too eager for games. 

Removing his hand hastily, you force your lips onto his, staring deep into his terrified and passionate gaze. Gepard could taste the slick feeling of gloss as it travelled from his neck up to his lips. Your greedy mouth devours his in a ferocious attack, hesitant at first soon enough he couldn't resist. 

He kisses back, his tongue pressing against your lips as you slowly let him in. Gepard loved the way your hand slipped behind his head and brought him deeper, the amount of control you had in a single grasp terrified him. The wet crevices of your mouth were a warm space for him to take solace, but not for long as you gently pinch at his sensitive nipples. 

He moans tentatively into your mouth, his hands pressing against your stomach, unsure of whether to push you off or bring you close. His mind was in a frenzy between his carnal desires and his self-restraint. Internal chains that held him grounded slowly began to loosen with each overwhelming throng of your eager lips. 

He shivers when he feels your attention diverge from his lips to his chest, down to his nipples, the feeling of your saliva mixing with the oily touch of the gloss. Taking his hand and placing it over his mouth to stop from crying your name. 

He closes his eyes, trying to give in as you gently grab at his throat. "Look at me." 

"A-Ah!~" Shocked to feel his own body thrust up to meet your hips, he enjoyed the way you bullied him. The manner in which you'd bite his nipples, feeling the grazing of your harsh teeth over his shivering bud, aroused him endlessly. Staring into your hungry gaze, you were like a starved animal he couldn't tame, nor did he want to. 

"D-Don't stop." He lets his warm breath hit your body, watching as goosebumps travel up your arms. Gepard analyzes your body with reverence, seeing every stretch of skin, every tantalizing piece of you consume him with your lewd gaze. 

"Sit on me..." He requests, spreading his shaking legs as his soaked boxers twitch. The way he pleads with those thick lips, and those wide innocent eyes, it was almost pitiful. 

Licking the gums of your teeth you eagerly comply, but rather than on his lap you press him down onto the cot and place your lower body right over his face. His trembling lips have no time to prepare as you sink down on top of him, careful not to suffocate him. Though despite your control, you couldn't help but be a bit rough. Your thighs acting like thick coils that envelop him in a locked state.

Opening his mouth, his muffled breaths hit your sensitive regions with a heated passion. For a moment you worry you've gone too far. Lifting your hips, he pulls you back down harshly, letting the weight of your whole-body rest on his face. The warm panting of his breath as he sticks out his tongue and rolls it over you. 

You grind down on him, legs shaking as he pleasures you with nothing but a bit of saliva and some heavy breaths. 

"I love it when you suck me-ahh~!" 

He speeds up his pace, causing your hips to buck over his face. Like a dog with some praise, he desperately craves more, going faster and faster as you start losing controll. 

You feel his legs shifting as he struggles to hold back the urge to release. Feeling him wrap his muscular arm around your leg as it kneels beside his head, you sink further into his euphoric indulgence. "More!"

When he sucks on you, bringing your tender and abused flesh into his mouth, biting it affectionately, it sends you over the edge. Rolling your eyes back, your hips buck wildly on his face. Rolling off onto the side of him as you breathe heavily. 

Gepard looks enthralled, so tantalized by the cravings in his heart and yours. He didn't want to stop. 

"You're...still hard!?" 

"No. It-it got hard again." Gepard responds, leaning over you as he stares into your eyes, kissing your lips with a fire in his mouth. The bitter liquids and the taste of gloss fill your mouth as he presses his body against yours. Your nails scratch at his back in a squirming pleasure, but he doesn't mind. The more marks you give him- the more everyone knows he was yours. 

"No sleep for the wicked." Gepard teases sweetly. 

You had a feeling that he wasn't going to go easy on you, especially not now that he finally had a taste. 

--X--

A/N: Thanks for reading this chapter! It honestly took me a while to write...and I don't even know why...haha. 

Either way, I'm slowly working through Req's and stuff!!

Thank you again~!