The box was nothing spectacular -- just a nondescript white box, donned with a messily tied red bow. "Ah-- I know I kind of sprang this on you," she started, smile nervous as she rubbed the back of her neck, "but it's Valentine's Day! Well... it's really early, isn't it? And... I noticed that you take this route to get to... uh... work, so--" Words were failing her, it seemed. She could have rambled on for ages about what she noticed about him, but it probably would have startled the poor man even more than he already was.
So she just pressed her lips together and offered him a smile. It was a jittery smile, one that had the corners of her lips shaking as her hands fiddled with stitching to the pockets of her coat. Her eyes darted between his startled expression and the box, as if pleading him to open it, to take a look at the silly little gift she'd brought him. The whisper of fabric sliding against itself hung in the air between them, even as his fingers slipped the messy ribbon into his pocket.
Oh how she loved the way his brows furrowed in concentration for a split second before his eyes widened just a fraction in his surprise. His eyes flickered up to her face before they darted back down to the little treats nestled so prettily among pink, red, and white tissue paper. "Moji--"
"Non, don't say anything. They're nothing fancy." Rose macaroons were simple, really, and she had spent who knew how long perfecting them. She'd gone through four batches before determining that the treats that he held in his hands were the perfect ones. She probably should have asked him if he had a Valentine already before popping into his view and placing her lips at his like she had, but... no matter. He seemed pleased enough with the little gift. "Ah-- anyway, I'm sure you're busy, so I'll let you get back to it--"
As if he would allow her to escape so quickly. She'd turned away from him, intent on heading back home to keep herself locked away until the silly day was over, but found her being pulled close to him. The pointer finger beneath her chin and the thumb brushing just below her lower lip had her heartbeat stuttering and blood rushing to the surface. She hadn't expected to be wrapped up in his arms so suddenly.
Briefly, her eyes flickered to where his book bag had been discarded -- so quickly that she hadn't even noticed -- and found her lips following that same curvature they always did when something amused her greatly. He'd shed his book bag, placed the box carefully upon it so the macaroons wouldn't get trampled, and had grasped her so quickly it was a wonder she hadn't noticed. Ah, but he was always one for fluid movements, was he not?
The subtle dart of his eyes downward to her lips had her sucking in a quick breath, more startled than anything, before he was pressing his mouth to hers. It wasn't the friendly peck she had greeted him with. No, not at all, as his fingers had slipped from tilting her head back to sliding across the skin of her cheek to gently slide through the strands of her hair. The hand that had grasped her wrist to pull her back in slipped around her waist, tugging her nice and close to him.
Heat followed the path that his fingers had taken and the subtle intake of breath had him pulling back, brows knitting in concern for her strange reaction. "Moji--"
"I'm fine, don't worry--" She wondered, briefly, what it was about that suit and hat that he donned only at night that made him braver, but the thought was brushed aside when his lips found hers once again.
There was something about being kissed in the middle of the night, beneath the glow of the city, that had her heart stuttering, had her hands shaking as she slipped her arms around his shoulders and angled her head just so. A subtle hint for him that she was more than alright with his affections. There was something about the fact that it was Valentine's Day, something about the fact that they were in the middle of the city, that she was kissing Paris' most wanted criminal beneath the soft glow of a street lamp.
She didn't know what it was, but she knew, then and there, that... with enough time, she would be hopelessly head over heels for him. Just as she had been in her dreams.
