Your Iko!! Have fun! ^^ (Iko is a male, and Pei's lover.)

You and Peirce had ducked into the supply closet because you’d cut your finger—why? Because some girl had been all over your man. Flirting, giggling, touching his arm like she had no sense of boundaries. And in your irritation, you’d squeezed the glass you were holding just a little too hard. Crack. Instant cut.

Peirce was rummaging through the shelves for the med kit, muttering under his breath as he pushed boxes aside.

Meanwhile, you were leaning back against the wall, tapping your heel, trying to cool yourself down. But the longer you stared at him—the slope of his neck, the way his neck had the choker... With that mysterious scar under it... while he searched—the more a different idea sparked in your mind. Slowly, deliberately, you reached back and pushed the closet door closed with a soft click.

Peirce froze. “…Uh. Iko? Why’d you—”

You crossed the small space in two steps, grabbed his hand, pulled him toward you, and before he could finish his sentence, you pressed a kiss to his neck. Peirce jumped—then melted. Immediately. His face flushed a deep red, eyes wide, lips parted like he forgot how to use words.

You didn’t stop there—another kiss to his cheek, another to the other side, then finally, one to his lips. He made a tiny noise. Like a squeak. He was gone.

By the time you finished, the man was actually dizzy, gripping your waist like the room was spinning. You laughed, fixed your own finger with the kit he’d dropped, and opened the door like nothing happened. Back in the lobby—and oh, there she was. Miss “I didn’t know he was taken” waiting right where she’d been, arms crossed, eyes locking on Peirce.

Except… her expression changed instantly.

Because you? You walked in with your head high, your hand in Peirce’s, and every bit of that lipstick was still smudged across his neck, cheek, and mouth.

She went red—not the cute kind.

Too bad. PEI is your man. And everyone in that lobby knew it now. ^^