.::Of Leather and Labor {Mello}::.



She signed and dropped her weight down onto the leather couch of the mafia hideout, her hair sweaty and sticking to her neck. “Damn you, Mello.” she spat at the blonde who sat at the other end of the couch.

“If you can’t handle the work, leave.” he said, then chuckled, “But if you do, I’ll have to kill you so that you don’t leak any information on our whereabouts.”

“Again, shut up Mello. I never said I couldn’t handle the work.”

“That so? You’re always complaining, ________.” Mello chomped down the last of his chocolate bar before slinking over with her and throwing his arm around her shoulders. He nuzzled into her neck and smirked.

“Mello? I want to ask, why so much leather with you? The clothes, the couch. I mean, what the hell man?” she pointed a filed finger into his leather clad chest and looked him in the eye.

“Ah? Well, ________, you see, one can never have too much leather.” he kissed her neck. “You know?”

“You horny bastard.” Mello chuckled and began to lead her to his room.