Saving Soul

"Adair! Anja!" Voltaire called, still not seeing them. "I know you two are making out somewhere around here. Ava practically tried to make out with me! We're leaving soon!"

Adair felt his face flushed. Apparently their affairs were going to be no secret as long as Ava had their hearts.

Anja rolled her eyes and kissed Adair softly.

Adair kissed her back, waiting to see how long it would take Voltaire to find them. He had sharp eyesight, but he was looking in the wrong direction.

"Dammit, I know they have to be-" Voltaire growled, before finally noticing them. "There you guys are! We need to-" His face flushed and he looked away. "Put a damn shirt on, girl."

"What's wrong, don't like what you see?" Anja snapped lightly, pulling away and grabbing Adair's hands. "You don't have to look you know" She stated as she guided the red-heads hands to cup her breasts. She kissed him again, just to spite the blonde.

"Whatever, I ain't looking," growled Voltaire, still stiffly turned around. Adair judged by the Hunter's increasingly flustered tone that he was sneaking peeks, however.

Adair buried his face into Anja's hair, though more out of embarrassment than affection.

Anja chuckled softly. "Having tall blonde and gruesome here isn't embarrassing you is it?" She pouted at him, gently pulling his head from her hair. "He doesn't matter"

"Like hell I don't matter!" snapped Voltaire, glaring back at them. Then he remembered he wasn't supposed to be looking, and immediately turned back around.

Adair snickered, nuzzling Anja's hair.

Anja planted soft kisses on Adair's face. "If he's such a deprived pervert that he gets off on watching other people, then that's his problem." she cooed. "You shouldn't punish me, or yourself because of it"

Adair began to return the kisses, wrapping his arms around her.

"Well, if you're such deprived perverts that you get off doing it around other people, then I'm leaving," growled Voltaire, stomping off. "Just come back up whenever you're done screwing each other over."

"That was fun" Anja giggled, leaning forward onto Adair's chest once Voltaire was gone. "Don't you think so?"

"Yeah," Adair replied, smiling. He still kept his arms around her.

"You're so naughty. You liked that didn't you" She chuckled. "You naughty boy."

"Nice to get back at 'Taire for once," Adair answered. "He's always pulling tricks on me."

"Let's go ahead and go back. Make him even more uncomfortable." Anja snickered, slipping from Adair's arms to finish re-dressing. She turned to him once again and caught him by his ascot. "How's that sound?"

Adair smirked. "Why not? We need to go back anyway."

Anja smirked devilishly. "But first..." She untied his ascot and wrapped it around her own neck. "I want this." She purred

Adair blinked in surprise

"Uh, you sure? That's symbol of my heroism, you know," he said. Specifically, blue ascots were one of key flairs of the Gale family. "And I know how much you hate that kind of thing."

Anja smiled softly. "Yeah, I know. But I think its okay because this is a symbol to show that I'm yours now." She was surprisingly old-fashioned for being a little spit-fire. "And it smells like you"

"Oh, um, right," Adair replied, slipping back to his embarrassed self. "Um, yeah, you can have it then."

"Tie it for me?" Anja asked with a small blush.

"Sure," he replied, taking the ascot and tying it around her neck. "That good?"

Anja blushed lightly but nodded. "Yeah. Thanks Addy"

"You're welcome," he added, as they started moving forward again. "Uh..."

Anja grabbed his hand, twining their fingers together, to walk at his side. "I'm sorry about my funk earlier" She murmured

"It's okay. I tend to be bad about that myself," replied Adair. "If get too much like that, give me a slap or kick or something."