A/N: I got this prompt "hooker heels" from hypheniated's profile. I'll probably use some of the other prompts to make a few more oneshots, which may or may not be the same pairing. Review!!

Karin was on vacation, but being stuck next to this idiot didn't make her feel like she was. She had thought she'd be safe from idiots in the hotel bar, but she had been wrong.

"Listen, sweetheart, I'm not down with all the pretending," Suigetsu drawled drunkenly. "You're either hot, or you're not."

Karin rolled her eyes and motioned for the bartender to pour her another drink.

"And pray tell, idiot, which one am I?" she asked.

Suigetsu looked her over, noting with pleasure that he was inspiring a rosy blush in her cheeks.

"I must admit," he began. "You are very attractive..."

His eyes lingered for a few seconds on the low neckline of her shirt and then darted back up to meet hers with a suggestive grin. It wasn't long before he broke eye contact to let his eyes roam over the rest of her body. They came to another delicious halt as he took in the stilettos she was wearing.

"But…?" Karin encouraged him.

"But nothing," Suigetsu chuckled. "But I'm drunk, and for all I know, with those shoes, you're a hooker."

Karin's jaw dropped.

"Did you just call me a hooker, fang man?" she asked, clearly offended.

"I just called you a hooker," he affirmed. "But darling, you're probably a very successful hooker."

Her hand was coming straight at his cheek. He caught it; his gentle grip didn't match with his dangerous smile.

"Let's play nice," he suggested. "After all, we both know that we're going back to my room later."

Karin tried to retract her hand, all the while sneering.

"You think that I would go with a cheap shithead like you?" she smirked. "Please, darling. Don't get any ideas."

He pulled on her wrist, pushing her right up against him.

"And tell me," he said softly. "Are you not getting any ideas?"

With a raise of his eyebrows, she knew she was done for. She tried to twist out of his grip, but he just held on more tightly, smirking.

"I'm not getting any ideas, asshole," she told him. "So get your filthy hands off of me. Who knows where they've been?"

"Who knows where they could be?" he retorted.

His other hand danced around her waist, his fingers slipping just under her shorts.

"They could be here," he pointed out. "Or…"

He carefully slid his fingers under her shirt and Karin gritted her teeth, hoping he couldn't feel her shivers.

"They could be here," he whispered.

The redhead heard the breathlessness in his voice and smirked.

"Or they could be here," Karin suggested.

She caught the confusion in his eyes before in one smooth motion, she pushed him away, brought her pointy shoes up, and kicked them straight into his hand. Suigetsu managed to move, but not completely out of the way. The heel scraped his hand, leaving a thin line of blood behind it.

"My God, woman, you're insane," he growled.

"That'll teach you to touch random women," Karin shot back.

Grabbing a napkin off of the bar, Suigetsu wiped his hand off.

"What was that for, anyway?" he grumbled. "I felt you pressing yourself closer to me."

A blush spread across her cheeks but she still tried to deny it.

"That was to catch you off guard, dumbass," she explained. "Nothing more than that. Besides–"

She was interrupted by a pair of soft lips against hers.

"Now, try to give me that bullshit answer again," Suigetsu said softly, breaking away.

Karin looked straight into his eyes and opened her mouth. Nothing came out, and she could see the triumph in his gaze. She frowned, frustrated. Suigetsu almost started to back away, scared of getting stabbed again. He was half right; she did do something with those ridiculous heels of hers.

She brought her foot up, her eyes glinting dangerously. Instead of stabbing him however, she wrapped her leg around his waist, simultaneously wrapping her arms around his neck. She then proceeded to catch him in another kiss, one that shoved their tongues together so vehemently that Suigetsu thought she might be trying to kill him from the inside out.

When she finally released him, she smirked widely.

"That was to catch you off guard," Karin laughed. "See, not bullshit at all. It definitely worked."

Suigetsu returned the smirk, reaching down to grab her leg.

"Let's get out of here," he breathed.

She responded by entwining her other leg around him.

"Careful, woman," Suigetsu warned. "You almost got me again with those hooker heels of yours."

"Maybe that was my intent," Karin retorted. "And if you call me a hooker one more time…"

"What?" Suigetsu cut her off. "You're gonna make me pay?"

Karin glared at him but tightened her hold around his neck.

"I'll get my revenge," she assured him, her voice taking on a seductive tone. "I will definitely make you pay."

If Suigetsu had had any doubts about how much he would enjoy her revenge, they disappeared as Karin lifted her leg even higher. Her heel traced his spine, sending tingly shivers down his back. He looked down to find her smirking again.

"See, that's the sort of thing a hooker would do," Suigetsu murmured devilishly.

The heel dug ever so slightly into his skin, with enough pressure to make him stand up a little straighter.

"I thought you weren't supposed to upset the customer," he pointed out.

His smirk intensified at the same rate as her glare.

"I'll have to deduct that from your fee," he continued. "And–"

"Give it a rest," Karin snarled.

Suigetsu's mouth snapped shut. No, he didn't want to risk irritating her too much. He was already in a very uncomfortable position that only she would be able to help him out of.

"Of course, darling," he smirked.

His eyes twinkling, he carried her out of the bar. They reached his room after stopping to kiss in what seemed like a hundred places, including the elevator, the hallway, the bathroom, and apparently some couple's engagement party. Karin was already breathing heavily; a thin layer of sweat covered Suigetsu's body.

They pushed open the door and immediately began shedding their clothes. When Karin reached down to undo the straps of her shoes, Suigetsu stopped her, his eyes twinkling.

"Leave them on," he winked.