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Done! Lots of imperfections, but I’m happy with it, especially for it being my second animation. I was animating it to the beat of On the Rocks, but when I put it together with the audio in a video editor, the timing seemed off. And the program crashed, so maybe I’ll try again later, lol.
A/N: Again, I’m so sorry with the slow updates, school’s a binch and I’m trying to survive. I’ll try my best to post at least one chapter a week for you all, but there’s no promises ): Again, I’ll try my best to get these up for you all to read! Thank you for understanding, enjoy :)
Word Count: 4.2K+
It had been a little over half a day since your incident, you still lying unconscious on the cot as Kylo had took time from his work to visit you here and there in case you had woken up. At first, he did it with the thought of scolding you the moment you’d slip back into consciousness, telling you how stubborn and selfish you were being; but then he realized how cruel and heartless that must’ve seemed, and at the moment, he really couldn’t act such way especially after the argument. So he decided he’d be by your side the moment you had awakened just to see if you were okay. Although he couldn’t be by your side the whole day, he made sure almost everyone in the med bay would notify him the moment you were snapping back to reality.
Daydreaming was a curse for me especially in a job were I couldn’t afford to dream for a second. Yet here I was at my desk tapping my pen staring off into space,well more like staring at Spencer whilst he talked to Derek about the case.
Doctor Spencer Reid the smartest guy I’ve ever known and here I am just dreaming about him,god I’m twenty four and here I am with a school girl crush on one of the team members.
“You know it’s rude to stare” I jumped out of my daydream when I hear Garcia’s voice in my ear. I turn to face her a smirk creeping on her face “it’s adorable though how you’re seriously crushing on Reid” I shake my head turning my attention back to Reid.
“It’s annoying because I’m me and he’s well Spencer boy genius with a big heart and help me Garcia” I pled to her but she just laughs making me go red.
“Listen to me Y/N first of all you being you is why everyone on the team loves you all right you’re awesome trust me I know awesome when I see it,plus Reid is totally crushing on you as well so just go for it all right” she gives me a wave after that heading back to her bat cave.
I sigh running my hands through my hair get a grip Y/N. I look back up to where he had been talking to Morgan only to be greeted with an empty space,right back to work I pick up my pen and flip through the case file checking to make sure we hadn’t missed anything.
“Um hi Y/N” I froze at his voice taking a deep breath and turn to face him.
“Hey Reid” I say looking up at the tall boy from my chair, “what’s up?” I ask seeing the look of panic on his face.
“I was well I was um wondering if you would like to go on a date with me” his voice came out rushed and frantic. But I understood everything he said and it made my heart flutter.
“I’d love too Spencer” I say ducking my head a little trying to hide my pink cheeks from the rest of the team who were watching from the brake room.
“I’ll completely understand,wait did you say you’d love too” his face was as bright as mine I just nodded looking up at him. “That’s actually really great Y/N I promise I’ll make it the best date you’ve ever been on”
“I’m sure you will Spencer,but we got a case to solve before that” I say pointing down to the file on my desk knowing how we couldn’t be caught up in the moment too much.
“Of course,I’m just gonna go back to my desk but I look forward to our date” and with that he placed a kiss on my cheek and headed back to his desk.
“I have to go find Garcia,but first I need to calm my heart down” I mutter going back to the case.
A/N I’m only on season 2 of Criminal Minds hence why Y/N is twenty four
FIVE TIMES OLIVER CALLED FELICITY ON BOYS NIGHT (Or Stages of Their Relationship Through Drunk Talk)
Inspired by last night’s Colin and Stephen goodness. I have no idea where this went. Tommy Merlyn is alive and well (and in my head he lives in Bali and that’s who Oliver and Felicity visit on the show).
One shot. Sort of AU. Canon divergence at least. Hope you enjoy it! :)
It was her phone ringing at an ungodly hour that woke her up. Grumbling, she reached out to the bedside table and touched the phone. Half-asleep, Felicity picked up the call without opening her eyes to see who it was and placed it on top of her ear. The moment she did…
Someone slurred, making her open her eyes to check the caller id. Unknown.
“Um. Who’s this?” she asked, stifling a yawn, making a mental list of people she knew, men in particular, who could be drunk at this hour and calling her. The number was unsurprisingly zero.
“This is me,” the heavy male voice rasped out, as if she was supposed to miraculously know exactly who he was, before he burst into chuckles as if he’d cracked the joke of the century. Felicity sat up in her bed, frowning.
“Who are you?” she asked again, sleep fading from her mind.
“Who do you want me to be?” the male voice asked flirtatiously, before someone else guffawed loudly from behind him.
Rolling her eyes, Felicity cut the call and snuggled back into bed.
It rang again. Same number. She gingerly picked up.
“I’m hurrrt,” the guy said, slurring his words. “Why did you cut my call?”
“I think you have the wrong number, mister,” she told him firmly.
There was silence for a long minute, before the guy whispered quietly. “But I like your voice.”
Felicity blinked in surprise at the sincerity in the tone, before shaking it off. “Um. Thanks, I guess. But I have to…”
“Your voice is like red wine,” the guy interrupted. “It’s making me heady.”
“I like red wine,” she said before she could stop it.
“Me too. I have my own nightclub. Verdant,” he informed her, pride evident in his tone. Felicity sat mute, stunned. Verdant? No way. There was no way…
Oliver fucking Queen had drunk dialed her by mistake. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to talk, but he interrupted, again, his voice a whisper.
“My best friend just passed out,” he babbled without pause. “We are at our party. It’s great. We sang. A lot. And danced too. And I think I’m a little drunk. Do you think I’m drunk? I’m a little sleepy too. I should sleep before I find some girl. Tommy and I have vowed to stay away from girls for a week. It’s compcilated…no…compli-naked… no, that’s not right. Why do I always get to naked? Ah. Do you under…stand?”
Felicity covered her mouth with her hand to stop the giggles from bursting out. His jumbled words and that concentrated tone as he tried to get them out were surprisingly cute. Drunk Oliver Queen sure was entertaining.
“Yes,” she replied, laughing.
She heard a soft sigh on the line. “I like your laugh. I like your voice too. Have I told you that? Talk to me.”
Felicity raised her eyebrows.
Well, he’d said please. And she was enjoying this, whatever this was. Decision made, she settled back in her pillows, and started talking. It was a strange, long night.
I got carried away a bit, and this took a turn I didn’t expect. But I’m not sorry.
Warnings: smut, blood and submission.
Request by anon
“What do you want?”
“What do I want?”
you repeated, eyeing yourself in the mirror. “Nothing. I’m content.”
He released a
frustrated groan under his breath before sucking in a deep breath. You watched
him straighten up, though the action was considerably less intimidating. His
dark brown hair was disheveled and matted with a light sweat to his forehead.
observed, “you’re worse than a junkie.”
deduction! Want a bleedin’ medal?”
You raised a brow.
Kai smacked his
face, rubbing his stubble tiredly.
“Can’t you just
help a sociopath out?”
You turned to him.
“We’ve already had
this discussion. No.”
“I can give you-.”
interrupted, crossing your arms. “I don’t want anything from you, Kai. I like
my life. I like my boyfriend. I like my job. There’s nothing I want from you
that could make me change my mind. Plus, I’m pretty sure I can think of a
handful of humans who’d be more than willing-.”
“I DON’T WANT ANY
FUCKING IDIOT OFF THE STREET!”
His jaw was tight.
If he applied any more force, you thought he might shatter his molars.
“I want your blood,
Y/N. Yours. Do I need to fuckin’ spell it out for you?”
“Well, if you’re
you studied him with a squint.
A second later and
you shook your head.
special about my blood. You’re being needy because I was there for you when no
one else was. It was my mistake. I’m not letting it happen again.”
Before he could so
much as lift a finger, your arm flew forward. Either he was too weak to fight
back or he wasn’t even trying. Whatever the reasoning, you were easily able to
send him soaring backward into a chair and secure him.
He didn’t seem
surprised by the gesture, nor did he try to fight it.
“I’m going to meet
my boyfriend,” you relayed, approaching him. “By the time I come back, you’ll
“Kai, stop. You…are
better than this.” You paused, grimacing. “I can’t believe I just said that
either. But, seriously, get a hold of yourself.”
His head slumped
backwards and despite your better judgment, you wandered over to his side. Last
thing you needed was a drugged out vampire/witch in your apartment.
The moment one hand
went to wrap around the back of his skull, Kai grabbed your wrist.
The pressure was
soft, but clingy. His bloodshot eyes tried to mask a poorly hidden desperation.
Both pupils were dilated.
“You know,” he
slurred, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek, “you’re my favorite
corrected, unable to not find his attention somewhat amusing.
experience,” he approved, stubble scrubbing against your skin like sandpaper.
“Means your blood is extra special. You’re my special human. Don’t want anyone
else’s blood but yours.”
nuzzling your hand. You found it both mildly unsettling and oddly adorable.
“Quick fix,” he
whined quietly, pulling your fingers to his lips as he blinked rapidly. “Half a
pint’ll do me over. Won’t bother you again after this.”
You released a
pained sigh, thumb brushing thoughtlessly over his upper lip.
He responded by
kissing the pad of your thumb.
“I’m not doing this
again. Last time, okay?”
agreed, releasing your hand. “Last time.”
“Oh, Jesus, not
This time, he was
splayed out on your bed, sheets bunched up beside him. Your duvet was discarded
somewhere on the floor.
“Y/N,” he greeted
lazily, eyes glued to the ceiling. “So glad you’re here. Mind sparing a bit o
You shook your head
“Unless you want me
to piss in your mouth, I suggest you get the hell out of here.”
“Piss in my mouth?”
he repeated slowly.
Without warning, he
exploded into a fit of giggles, fingers grasping the sheets in mirth.
You mentally made a
note to clean them after he was gone.
“I’m a kinky
bastard, but not that kinky,” he professed. “Know you said last time you
weren’t going to donate again, but you don’t get it, Y/N. You don’t understand
the high you provide for me. It’s…I imagine
“ I’m sure you can
live without this.”
you quickly ridding yourself of your shirt, discarding it gracelessly on a
nearby chair. You inhaled deeply, arms reaching for the ceiling. The position
was held until you felt the pleasurable burn of your muscles.
“But I don’t want,”
he say thoughtfully.
surprise me,” you mumbled, shimmying out of your jeans.
He didn’t respond
to your quip.
Instead, he vacated
the bed. Not that you heard or noticed him.
Until you felt the
unexpected pressure of two warm hands settling on your hips.
“Kai,” you warned,
peering over your shoulder at him.
“Hm?” he hummed,
shamelessly pressing into you.
“Get off me.”
His grip tightened.
You tried to ignore his hardening length digging teasingly against your ass.
“Heard a rumor
you’re not happy with your boy toy.”
“You haven no ri-.”
“Don’t I?” Kai
inquired with a raised brow. “I keep tabs on my favorite human, Y/N.”
You couldn’t be
sure if he was serious or bluffing.
“So…you’ve got the
romance, flowers, blah, blah, etcetera,” he listed off, two fingers slipping
under the waste band of your underwear, but going no further. “But, when it
comes to getting naughty, he falls a bit…short.”
One calloused hand
skimmed up your rib cage, nails grazing the skin experimentally.
breathing grew shallow.
frustrated, aren’t you?” he continued.
You were ready to
lift one heel and slam it down on his toes when without warning, he grabbed a
breast, smirking when you shivered.
“Could do anything
you wanted me to,” he suggested, thumb brushing over the outline of your
hardening nipple. “Could be a good little boy for you, if you want. Could
easily spend hours, giving attention to your gorgeous little cunt. And it is
gorgeous, Y/N. Can’t say I haven’t spent a pretty day or two, thinking about
His breath ignited
a wave of goosebumps over your shoulder.
“Playing with your
clit. Sucking on it. Getting you all worked up. Always giving. Don’t have to
worry 'bout my own needs. I’ll put my tongue to good use, mistress.”
Your hips jerked
forward when the two previously inactive fingers on your waste, slipped across
your opening, not penetrating, but brushing over the sensitive moistness with a
action would have been counterproductive. Despite Kai’s irritating nature to
manipulate and be a general ass, his words were making you embarrassingly wet.
And that’s what was
throwing you off about this.
“You are a pathetic
You felt his shrug
before he rested his chin on your shoulder.
conflicted, sexually frustrated supplier. Don’t think we need to point fingers
on who has it worse.”
Biting your lip,
you forced yourself to not think about the hand massaging your breast or the
two fingers stroking your pussy.
It was cheating.
The word alone made an unpleasant bundle of guilt swish in your stomach. Your
boyfriend was a great guy. Better than you’d dated in a long time. Treated you
with a respect difficult to find nowadays.
So, the sex wasn’t
up to par. Was that really worth throwing away months of a well paced
relationship just for a few seconds of mindless pleasure? Especially with Kai,
of all people! Witch you may have been, but you made an effort to be good. To
fight the actions of creatures like him.
befriending him wasn’t exactly a step in that direction.
He was gone. There
was no Kai anymore in that tone.
You’d have found
his submission more comical if it didn’t concern you so much.
And intrigue you.
“I’ll be a good
boy, promise,” he insisted. “Our little secret. Fair bargain, I think. In fact,
I’ll give you a free sample.”
removed both hands and stepped away from you. The disappointment you felt at
the loss of contact wasn’t something you wanted to mull over.
You watched him
kneel before you, eyes wide, but focused. More focused than you normally
witnessed when he was craving your blood.
When you stayed
immobile, he huffed under his breath. With a few quick movements, he shifted
over on his knees so he was eye level with your hips.
You knew what he
was about to do. That, perhaps, was the worst part. You knew and you
felt…excited. Relieved, even. For the first time in months, you were about to
receive just as much as you gave. Properly.
It was selfish and
terrible, but equally thrilling and arousing.
“Part your legs a
bit for me, darling.”
You did as he said,
teeth keeping a tight hold of your bottom lip.
Kai smirked, hands
steadying themselves on your hips.
“My, my, you have
been a lustful young thing, haven’t you?”
“Shut up,” you
grumbled, ignoring your embarrassment.
His fingers hooked
inside the waste band and leisurely slid your panties down. The entire time,
his tongue was caught between his teeth while his eyes never strayed from your
You stepped out of
your underwear, nearly shaking with excitement when he threw them over his
“Hm,” he marveled,
tilting his head. “I was right. Gorgeous.”
The compliment made
you not only blush, but faintly irritated. Were your priorities really that
thought spurred forth your next action.
Swiftly, one hand
grabbed a hold of Kai’s hair by the roots. With a jerk, you tugged backwards,
ensuring his eyes shot up to yours.
“If you want my
blood, you work for it. Got it?”
You didn’t even
realize you had a dominant streak until Kai’s obedient nod made you smile.
“If I don’t reach
my high, you sure as hell won’t reach yours.”
With a last second
scan, you released his hair. Kai wasted absolutely no time.
It took no longer
than five minutes for you to cum. Whether this was a result of not being
pleasured for so long or Kai’s genuine talent, you couldn’t be sure.
What you could be
sure of, as one hand found his hair again and kept his tongue and lips fastened
to your clit, was that you were entirely willing to make this bargain again.
lasted a solid month. Which surprised you. You thought the morals of exchanging
blood for sexual acts would disgust you. At least enough to put up a bigger
argument next time Kai dropped by.
But, that wasn’t
The next meeting
was certainly a bit awkward. You’d gotten home from your shift to find him
sitting patiently on your bed. He didn’t say anything. Just watched you as you
tiredly shed your clothing. His submissiveness was foreign, but enticing. It
wasn’t until you were blessed with a quiet Kai that you realized how much you
“How are you?”
It was strange, but
you couldn’t help yourself from asking. Kai may have been a junkie and willing
to go to great lengths to get what he wanted, but he was still a living
creature beneath that mindless desperation. Debasing him completely didn’t get
you off and it wasn’t something you were completely comfortable with doing.
“You aren’t going
to bruise me,” Kai complained. “I’m a big boy. Do your worst.”
“Do you want a safe
“Unless you’ve got
plans to kill me, I really don’t see the point.”
That had been the
last discussion about a safe word or really words in general.
Kai would drop in
three times a week, sometimes four. Always when you were alone. His snark,
thankfully, wasn’t present and he did everything you requested of him.
At first, you were
careful about limits. The first week was spent primarily on your bed with Kai
buried in between your thighs. He was astonishingly energetic, licking and
sucking away at you like a starving animal. His fingers were also animated,
taking to pinching your nub and driving in and out of you at deliciously wicked
No orgasm was ever
faked, and if it was taking you a while to get off, Kai worked with a stunning
voracity to make sure you reached your peak.
This is what made
The second week,
you ordered him to touch himself.
“I want you touch
He studied you with
“You get this isn’t
about my pleasure, right?”
“Yes. It’s about
mine. Drop your pants, sit down in the chair, and touch yourself.”
Your voice didn’t
so much as shake.
His confusion was
evident, but he did as you requested.
As you guessed,
watching him masturbate was a deeply satisfying sight. On some level, you did
want him to get pleasure from this arrangement, but more of it had to do with
fascination. Fascination that you could get the Gemini coven leader to strip
from his boxers, sit down, spread his legs, wrap his hand around his generously
sized cock and slowly begin stroking himself. In front of you. Simply because
you commanded it.
The control was
You didn’t ask him
to do anything else after he climaxed with a strangled groan. And it was one of
the first times you could tell that Kai had no idea what your game was. Or, at
least why you were getting off on watching him get off.
The rest of the month
followed roughly the same schedule. You’d give him a command and after a brief,
but curious glance in your direction, Kai would obey.
A good deal of the
commands required getting you off. At your request, Kai got into the habit of
bringing a vibrator. Which he put to very, very good use.
Some days, the
commands were about getting him off. You were creative and it was never in the
same way. Granted, he’d always be the one to touch himself, but sometimes, it’d
be while kneeling on the bed or bent over a chair so you could admire his cute
ass. Once, you even deprived him of his sight with a scarf, enjoying the slight
uncertainty his hand underwent when stroking himself.
By the four week,
you were comfortable enough to ride his persistent tongue into pleasure without
an ounce of shame or embarrassment.
On the days Kai
didn’t show up, you questioned what you were doing with him. In public and
surrounded by your friends, you were passive and social. On the nights you two
were alone, you were loose and experimental with a serious dominance kink.
For a long time,
you were puzzled and faintly appalled by your actions.
Then, one night, it
When were you going
to get this sort of sexual freedom again? This ability to explore what made
your toes curl and your fingers grasp onto the headboard until your mind went
white and your voice, hoarse. Nights with Kai made you feel liberated. They
made you feel like a woman. The herege never once judged you, though he got
your blood in the end, so that was his triumph.
ability to delve deeper into your sexuality and learn the new ways your body
responded to stimulation was one of the biggest reasons you never denied Kai
If there was any
guilt you ever retained, it was because Kai did the things you asked for blood,
nothing more. It would have been nice if his actions were genuine.
But, he was a
psycho, you reminded yourself. The only genuineness he was capable of was either
torture or making deals.
This, when you
looked back on the whole fiasco, was ultimately where you made an error in
judgment. Assuming Kai regarded your meetings as nothing but a necessary task
in order to gain the true source of pleasure: your blood.
In fact, you were
completely unaware that after only two weeks together, he’d completely kicked
his blood habit.
And, that he was
It wasn’t until the
month was complete that you found out why.
He wasn’t sitting
on the bed this time.
Instead, he was
standing, and physically, looked immaculate. Hair combed, beard trimmed, and he
looked at you differently.
The moment you
absorbed all these changes, you felt a distinct shift in power.
wasn’t in your hands anymore.
“You look healthy,”
you greeted. “Who finally got through to you?”
A part of you
couldn’t deny that you were somewhat disappointed. Your sessions would most
likely come to an end. And the Kai before you certainly didn’t look like he
But, you weren’t
selfish enough to deny feeling genuine happiness that he wasn’t a junkie
anymore. No one deserved to be a victim of that urge. Of course he will always
have to live with the desire to drink blood, but now in a controlled manner.
“That’d be you,
darling,” he revealed. “Put plenty of things in perspective for me.”
encouraged, offering him a light smile.
He kept up his
observation of you without a blink.
“Seen yourself in
the mirror lately?” he inquired.
hand patted your hair.
“Did a bird shit on
my head again?”
You maneuvered over
to the mirror, fingers examining your head.
Kai slipped up
behind you and cut short your search by taking hold of your wrist.
You looked down at
it, then at him.
“Skin’s not the
vibrant glow it normally is,” he pointed out.
brows, you glanced at the mirror.
Wow. How did you
“Don’t get me
wrong, I’m flattered,” he continued. “Always giving me the amount of blood I
ask for isn’t an easy task. Or a healthy one. But, I can’t have you getting
absently. Your brain was more thrown about the consideration Kai was giving
“Why are you being
nice?” you asked, eyeing him cautiously.
“Like I said…got a
bit of perspective about things,” he answered.
“Do I need to be
“Hardly. Not only
have you fulfilled my needs, but you did so discretely. As an added bonus, you
even made personal sacrifices. That right there…that’s the way to a psycho’s
You retracted your
“I think you’re
overestimating my worth.”
underestimating yours. Let me break what’s happened in the past month, down for
you. I was vulnerable, needy, and weak. Rather than make a name for yourself -
which I’m beginning to doubt even crossed your mind - and rat me out to Damon,
you got me my fix. Discretely. With me so far?”
“Anyone would have
You knew that was a
lie the moment it passed your lips.
Y/N. I don’t find that kind of loyalty.”
You weren’t sure
whether to feel flattered or disturbed.
“Now, here’s where
it gets interesting. After managing to control my addiction, I couldn’t stop
myself from wondering why you were helping me. So selflessly, at that.”
“I got off on
telling you what to do,” you defended.
“No, I get that
part. But, you began making little bitty sacrifices.”
you took a step back.
“Well, breaking it
off with your boy toy, for one.”
“He didn’t deserve
being cheated on. It had nothing to do with you.”
Kai smirked at
“If it wasn’t for
my mouth on your pussy three times a week, you’d have never let the poor bloke
go. Had a bit of input on that one.”
you twisted in both discomfort and pleasure.
“Then, as we’ve
seen, you got a bit neglectful of your appearance. Didn’t even realize how much
blood I was taking from you. And yet, you continued to give it.”
you tried getting your thoughts in order.
get what you came to me for.”
It sounded like a
lame excuse despite its truthfulness.
“And that’s the
bleedin’ amusing part!” Kai exclaimed. “This entire time, you were under the
impression I hated it. Hated getting you off, hated getting myself off while
you watched, hated the complete attention you gave me. Not sure if you’ve
heard, but I got a bit of an ego. And you stroked it til I was weak in the
knees. You had that much control in your hands and you had the courtesy to
worry about my own pleasure. Not very mistressy of you, Y/N.”
“If you were that
confused, then why the hell didn’t you stop?”: you snapped. “If you didn’t like
me not playing my role, you should have stopped playing yours.”
“Oh, but I enjoyed
my role,” he assured, eyes taking a slow scan down your form. “Fact, if you
knew just how much I enjoyed it, you’d have been more concerned about disappearing
so I could never find you.”
Your voice died
halfway up your throat.
“Aw, I’ve made my
favorite human speechless. Well, let’s see if I can remedy that.”
Before you could
blink, he snapped his fingers.
You were in a
massive bedroom with incredibly pricey furniture. The place was well lit and
seemed very modern, you could see some paintings on the walls around. The
tables held an assortment of foods and beverages on them. Some, you noted, were
among your favorites.
officially parted when you saw the King sized bed and maroon sheets behind you.
Also expensive, by the looks of it. Above that, your eyes honed in the silk
ties bound provocatively to the headboard. That was certainly a sight that spoke
“I am not going to
be your mistress!” you argued, backing away from him.
“I prefer the term
girlfriend. Or lover. One in the same, really.”
He didn’t once
drift from his spot on the carpet.
This gave you the
confidence to try teleporting away. You hadn’t quite mastered it fully, but
there was no time like the present (literally) to try.
Your eyes closed
and with every bit of energy you could harvest, you focused on a new
familiar energy that was your constant companion, refused to manifest.
innit?” Kai mentioned, pride coloring his voice. “I blocked your magic, my
With a strained
frown, you opened your eyes.
“Kai, let me go.”
“I’ll give you
anything you want,” he promised. “In the mean time, you can consider this a
vacation that’s just a bit more…permanent.”
corrected. “I’m keeping you. Sizable difference in the terminology.”
You tried to regain
control of your breathing, but your current situation wasn’t allowing that.
“I like you, Y/N,”
Kai declared seriously. “You’re charming and adventurous and deceivingly
thoughtful. More than that, you’re trustworthy. And have a sexual appetite to
rival my own.”
“And you couldn’t
have told me this without kidnapping me?”
reminded. “What would you have honestly done if I told you I was faking being a
junkie because I was more addicted to you? Which sounds just as terribly sappy
out loud as it did in my head. Shame. Thought it’d translate better.”
You retreated until
the back of your knees hit the bed. Shakily, you sat down, palms patting the
sheets beneath you.
“-all because I
consciousness shortly after you finished cackling. Rest assured, you found the
situation more grim than hilarious.
Sighing, Kai made
his way over to your unconscious form. He sat down and scooped you up carefully
so you rested against his chest.
The urge to both
grin and grimace was battling violently inside him.
“That could’ve gone
worse,” he confessed, glancing down at you. “If I said I killed the owner of
the house and stayed with her for me. Imagine you’ll blame that on being nice
He rested his chin
on your head. The urge to grin won out.