Disclaimer: Psycho-Pass and its characters are the property of Studio Production I.G. I am merely borrowing for a while.

Three Little Words

Her words sound amused. Her voice is mirthful, even in the most serious of times. To Yayoi, listening to the nuances in Shion's voice makes her think that there is little in the world the blonde woman takes seriously. She can never tell what the analyst is thinking. She knows for certain the woman's fingertips are cold, though her lips are warm.

Underneath the red lipstick and the white lab coat in the day, Shion is a mass of heat that clings to her at night. Her taste is a mixture of cigarettes and coffee and a hint of sweetness. Yayoi doesn't say the words, does not know quite how to express them. Perhaps if it was her life before she might have tried through her music. But it's not the same now. It will never be the same.

Shion has yet to utter those words as well. Three little words indicative of fondness and adoration. Instead her feelings are conveyed through the caresses of cool fingers adorned in red nail polish upon Yayoi's skin under the cover of privacy.

Yayoi fears those three words might carry the same disinterest and amusement that comes with Shion's everyday language. Yet Yayoi wants to hear it; cannot help but yearn for it. The office is quiet, the magazine pages sound absurdly loud as she skims through without noticing a thing. She's the only one there.

Dropping the magazine she pushes her chair back with purpose. Straightening her tie she heads for the vending machine for two cups of coffee.

Shion's back faces her when Yayoi enters the lab just beyond the door.

"If it's about that report I'll submit it soon," Shion says lazily out of the side of her mouth. Her fingers continue to fly over the keyboard; her eyes never leave the screen.

She sounds tired, Yayoi notes as she takes further steps into the lab. The blonde woman turns and a smile curves around the cigarette she has clamped between her lips. Her brown gaze is heavy and warm on Yayoi's face. She detects Shion's perfume and cigarette smoke as she draws closer. Without a word the cigarette is put out and a coffee leaves her hand. Appreciation is drawn in a red smile across Shion's face. The gaze is still heavy, warm and Yayoi's heartbeat skips a little.

She decides she can wait a bit longer for those three little words.

This is something different; definitely not my usual writing style I think. If there is enough interest I may continue but not before I complete some other stories.