Villain presses Hero into the wall behind them, teeth at their neck. Hero rolls their head back, giving access, as their hands slide under their Nemesis' jacket.
"We really shouldn't." They sigh, without any real protest.
Villain snorts against their jaw. "I disagree. You said that last time too." They nip Hero's neck, as they let out a surprised sound.
Hero's hands slide further, brushing against a cold handle. They pull it out suddenly, dangling the dagger in front of Villain warily. "Again? I thought we agreed no weapons."
"Sorry love, force of habit." They say, hand curling around Hero's, prying their fingers so the blade falls to the ground with a thump, kicking it away.
Before anything else can be said, Villain is lifting Hero by their thighs and pressing them back once again, only to feel a hard object. They lift the back Hero's shirt delicately with their cold hands and pulls out the revolver.
"You're one to talk." They retort. Villain unloads it before tossing it to the nearest surface.
"Okay, that's different, I always carry that." Hero said. They didn't spare the weapon a second glance, leaning in closer while pushing Villain's jacket down their shoulders. The heat was rising between them, and right as their lips met, Hero felt something else strapped to their back.
Pulling back suddenly, they unholster yet another weapon.
"Okay, a taser is just excessive." Hero admonishes, holding the small black device between them.
Villain doesn't appear the slightest bit sheepish, taking it from their grasp gently.
"It's the bare minimum, truly." They say, as if its the simplest thing in the world.
"Oh hush, not for that." Villain responds, shushing Hero playfully, with a finger to their lips. "I forgot to remove it before this rendezvous. Speaking of which, we're getting off track."
Leaning in, they press their lips to Hero again, drinking them in as they hold each other closer. They get lost in each other's taste and swallowed sounds, until Villain's hand strays under Hero's shirt, and is met with the feeling of something bulky.
They interrupt the kiss yet again, pulling free another item.
"Is this a damn dartgun?" Villain asks, their voice genuinely colored with surprise at this point, though still a bit breathless.
Hero groans. "I'm telling you, you never know when you need one." Their heart is still thrumming like a rabbit kicking inside their chest.
"Okay genuinely, how many weapons do you have on your person." Villain finally asks.
"After removing the knife and dartgun?" They pause for a minute before finally answering. "Six... No, seven. How many do you have?" They add, brows furrowed suspiciously.
Villain lets out a small huff of a laugh. "Oh well, I have you beat. I still have nine."
"Yeah well, my second knife is probably bigger then anything you got." They say, suggestive smirk slowly forming again.
"Care to bet on it? I'll show mine if you show yours." Villain replies, already turning and tossing Hero onto the nearest surface, pouncing above them immediately.
Hero responds in kind, grabbing Villain by the collar and pulling them on top. "Okay, but you're going to be really surprised when you find the flail."
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