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"What the fuck was that (Y/N)!?" Kaz yelled as he closed his office door and stalked over to where I sat on his desk. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"
"Oh like you care!" I snarled back. He'd sent me to do ridiculously dangerous things before with seemingly little to no regard for my personal safety. Why should I think he'd suddenly care now?
"You should have stuck to the plan! I didn't tell you to engage, I told you to watch." He was seething. Good. So was I.
"He murdered my entire family Kaz! You expect me not to kill him when I have the perfect opportunity!?"
"I expect you to follow the orders I gave you."
"Tough. That man deserved everything he got and I'm not going to apologize for it. I did you a favour anyway. He was a problem and now he's gone. You should be thanking me not yelling at me."
"I know he deserved it (Y/N), but that's not the point!"
"Then what is the point?" I stood and glared daggers at him, our faces only inches apart as we stared each other down.
"The point is: You disobeyed orders, you left behind a mess of bodies, you put your emotions ahead of reason, and you almost got yourself killed in the process." He had a point but I still thought it was worth it to wipe that bastard off the face of the Earth.
"I don't care." I watched his jaw clench at my words. "I'm not going to apologize for what I did and they can't trace it back to us so as far as I'm concerned, there's no problem here. As for my life? I would gladly sacrifice it if it meant his demise."
I turned to go. I had nothing more to say to him right now. Kaz's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist before I made it more than a step, pulling me back and trapping me between him and the desk.
"Maybe you'll happily throw your life away for some revenge but I won't so, stop taking stupid risks like that," he hissed in my face.
"It's my life and I'll do what I want with it. It's not like you really give a shit anyway."
He growled and then did something I never would have expected. He kissed me. I kissed him back, obviously, and there was nothing gentle about it. The hand not still gripping my wrist moved to the back of my neck in a gesture that might have been considered affectionate were he not using it to press our lips together harder.
Something between a gasp and a moan slipped out when he tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth and slipped his tongue in my mouth. I almost melted into him, not having realised just how much I’d wanted this until now, but I was still vaguely pissed off and I'd be damned if I let him have all the control. He pushed and I pulled. His hand gripped my waist and mine fisted in his shirt. Fire fought fire and it was only a matter of time before everything burned.
I ripped my mouth away, giving in to the need for air. My body was trembling with pent up rage or maybe desire. Which, I didn't know, and I was starting to think that maybe they were one and the same.
"What the fuck was that for Kaz?" I asked, anger still lacing my voice.
"Why does it have to be for anything?"
"You don't do anything without a reason."
"Maybe I did it because I wanted to." He was back to growling. Good. This was easier. "Don't pretend you didn't want it too."
I wasn't ready to admit that even though he clearly knew somehow.
"I think we're done here," I said, as flat and emotionless as I could manage, and walked to the door, unimpeded this time.
"Do what I tell you next time!" He yelled after me.
"Don't hold your breath!" I shouted back. His huff of annoyance followed me down the hall and I smiled, taking some sort of sick pleasure in irritating him. After tonight I was inclined to do it more often. I quite enjoyed an angry Kaz.