Hello! I love your work. If you're still taking requests, how about a hero and villain trying to have a secret rendezvous away from cameras and crowds?
"I can't get away for long," the hero said. "I'm expected at-mmph."
The villain was already kissing them, hungrily, like every second where they weren't in contact was a precious second wasted. The hero felt their back hit the wall, shrouding them both in the fragile cover of the nights shadows. Their eyes fluttered closed, their hands rising to seize a fistful of the villain's hair.
The villain kissed them breathless.
"Hi," the hero managed. "Did you-"
The villain kissed them senseless. Their hands were beneath the hero's jacket, fingers leaving star trails of heat and want even through the hero's uniform.
"If you make me wait an entire month to see you again," the villain nipped at their neck, though low enough that none of the cameras would see. "I'm going to have to stage an intervention. For the good of the public who are too stupid to realise who they are actually dealing with, I suggest-"
The hero found themselves grinning like an idiot, unable to stop, even as they tipped their head back against the wall.
"You think this is funny?" the villain demanded. "If I'm going to suffer, you're going to suffer too, and I'm not screwing you in alleyway. This is Versace."
"Is that why I'm pinned against the wall instead of you? To protect the suit?"
"I'm an adept multitasker," the villain said. "You also happen to look sinful pinned against a wall. Someone should make a calendar."
"I'd look even better pinned against your bed."
The villain's eyes narrowed. "Don't tempt me. You know I'll take you up on it. I don't care about the stupid conference."
"You're the one who called it."
"Well, someone needed to distract the media circus, didn't they? Would you have preferred I staged a hostage situation? Because I have at least three-"
The hero leaned in and kissed them, and the villain melted into putty, moaning quietly against their lips. It had been too long. It had definitely been too long. It hadn't always been so hard, had it, to find a moment alone? For either of them?
"I missed you too," the hero said, just in case the villain somehow didn't know that. They traced their fingers down the addictive little curve of her the villain's jaw, and felt them shiver, and then wanted to do it again immediately. "I'm sorry things have been so crazy lately."
"But you also need to go, hm?"
"So do you," the hero pointed out.
"I'm allowed to be fashionably late. I'm evil. It's practically expected."
"You're not-" The hero stopped, catching the gleam in the villain's eye, the playfully goading smirk on their lips. They huffed. "You're not evil," they said, unable to help themselves.
The villain's smirk softened to a smile.
They did need to go though, at least within a few minutes, even if they didn't want to. Even if, in the moments like this, they never wanted to go.
"You may have to resort to heroism though," the hero said. "So I can get a night off."
"Oh, god," the villain said, widening their eyes. "What a cruel thing to say. You've spent too much time with me."
The hero leaned in again, not to kiss that time, but to simply have them close. To feel the little knot in their chest lighten, because they were there, and snarky, and warm in the hero's arms. The sudden swell of affection was so sudden, so fierce, it was almost like a blow to the head.
"I really am sorry."
"Hey." The villain held close too, regardless of the possibility of ruining their clothes against a grimy brick wall. Their fingers were gentle, cupping the hero's chin, as they pressed a kiss to the hero's head. "It's not actually your fault. Things get busy. It's fine. We'll figure it out when all this dies down, yeah?"
"Yeah."
They stayed like that as long as they could.
"Go on," the villain muttered against their hair. "Before someone sees us. I won't be far behind."
The hero still stayed holding on a moment longer because it wasn't enough, none of the last few months had been enough with a stolen moment here and a rendezvous there.
"Go," the villain said, with half a laugh of the same fondness in their voice. "Before I really do something dire."
"Like screw me in an alleyway?"
"Exactly."
"Strangely, that doesn't motivate me to-" They were kissing again, one more time, sweet and ravenous all along. Memorising, savouring, ready to ration each memory to tide them through until next time.
The hero allowed themselves to stroke the villain's cheek once more, to smooth down their hair and suit and put them neatly back into their usually impeccable and untouchable order.
One more time.
One more time.
A kiss to the tips of their fingers, to their knuckles.
Then, with a last exchanged look, the hero took off.
Oh God, the trust, the intimacy, it kills me.
