“God- can you please get your head off of my thighs?” You mumble, poking Yeji’s cheek as she rolls her eyes but makes no attempt to reply. Her head was pounding and your nagging was only making it worse but she liked resting her head on your thighs so she dealt with it.Â
After a brief moment of silence, you huff gently attempting to push her head off of your lap only for a whine to emit from the females mouth as she slaps your hand away.Â
“No, I like laying here because it’s comfortable.” she states before closing her eyes and gently rubbing her templates. Her head was pounding and even slight noise and movement triggered even more pain. “Now, be quiet so I can rest.” she says with a small smile as she shifts her head in your lap. A groan escapes her lips as you allowed her to rest upon your thighs.Â
Your attention had quickly shifted from Yeji onto the video playing on your phone but you couldn’t help but notice eyes staring up at you. Your eyebrows furrow as you look down at the female laying on your lap.Â
“Yes?” you ask while squinting at her slightly which causes her to smile a little bit. You couldn’t lie, her gaze was making you flustered and you started to wonder if she was judging you.
“Nothing, I just think you’re really pretty.” she speaks softly before closing her eyes once again and humming contently, “and your thighs are pretty nice too.”Â
➛ Lime Cordiale “Robbery” and a western!au Yeji. Trigger warning for strong language and a handgun being fired.
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The she-devil crouches down in front of you. Her fox-like eyes glint under the shadow of a hat. They’re dark type of danger that you’ve never experienced before, and you’re unsure what to do. Whether to stand still or take your chances, no matter what amount of bullets sits in her handgun. There are no signs of sheriff appearing anytime soon. You’re on your own when it comes to facing the masked vigilante.
“Please, have mercy!” the old banker pleads from his hiding spot, somewhere behind you. He truly is a joke of a man.
The woman spares a glance in his direction, then points her handgun in your direction. Being the target of a deathly weapon isn’t the ideal position to find yourself in.
“You will open the safe for me.” Someone weeps in the background. “Go on.”
The handgun waves at you to hurry, and so you do. Too scared to move too quickly, you take a few slow steps back to the banker. He’s lying on his back, face all snotty and tear-stained. Disgusting joke of a usual figure of authority. The man clings to your hand when you reach for the keys attached at his hip.
“Do not!”
“Sir, if we do what that robber asks, we will surely survive.” But he still tightens the grip on your wrist. “Do you want to die? Don’t joke around.” With a harsh pull, you manage to free both your hand and the keys.
She-devil watches as you walk over to the bars. Her handgun is pointed in the banker’s direction, deeming him dumber out of the two of you. The free hand throws a bag in your direction.
“Pack everything.” she commands. No need for repeating herself, you do as told.
Adrenaline has your hands trembling and you find yourself dropping few bills. The vigilante doesn’t pay them any attention, neither does your stressed self. The banker weeps some more, but the lack of rhythm to the sounds he makes doesn’t disturb the one your hands have created. Take and hide, take and hide. You’re not done until she-devil tells you so.
“Give it to me” her eyes are amused, and one of them winks at you. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
Your shaky legs need to take a few steps back when the handgun she has brought with her points at one of the windows and fires.
The banker and his other customers scream in fear. It makes the woman laugh. She strolls out the front entrance so casually, you’re not sure whether all of that wasn’t just a dream. Your eyes follow her silhouette as it mounts a horse, then gallops out of sight with another rider. Just like that.
“Is she gone?” The banker runs to a window. “Fucking whore! Where is the sheriff when you need him?” His ugly face shakes. “I’m ruined, you hear me? Ruined!”
As if on cue, a balding man runs inside. A golden star he has pinned to his vest gleams in the ray of sunshine. His gun is out and ready to shoot.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Nobody signaled the robbery!”
It’s sometime around midnight. You’re sitting on the open window frame, looking out into the night. Packed bag of the little you have rests on the floor, ready for travel. With adrenaline pumping, you look back at the small room you used to rent. There’s a letter settled on the pillows of a bed - your something of an alibi, although nobody accused you of the wrongdoings. You did what you had to do to - assured everyone’s safety, even the damned banker’s.
A whistle comes from the outside, and you look back into the night. She’s sitting on her horse, clothes changed, but face still masked. Yeji smiles back at you, then gestures for you to join her side. First goes your baggage. She catches it and attaches to the saddle. You’re climbing down in the meantime, making use of the wooden details.
“To the next town?” a gloved hand is stretched out for you to take. “To the next town. But where’s Ryujin?”
Yeji turns in the saddle to look at you. Her eyes quickly slide down your face, and soon a kiss of longing is placed on your lips. It’s been a while since the last time you’ve been together. A little hesitant, she pulls the material back up her nose. There will be more free time later.
“She’s waiting behind the hills.” Her horse jumps forward at the feeling of knees on its sides.
Somewhere in the town a young man is hanging wanted posters. His eyes are on the verge of sleep, so he takes a moment to rest. Just as he drops a brush of glue into a bucket, the sound of strong hooves reaches his ears. In the nearly invisible darkness a horse with two riders passes the valley. What he wouldn’t do to escape the mundane reality. A shrug of shoulders, a rub on his eyes and he goes back to work. A masked she-devil looks back at him from the drawings.
