A few weeks ago @teabank and I hung out and we decided to make some music, and this is the result. I don’t rmemebr why we decided to call it “let’s steal a baby,” but that’s the file name. Anyway, I forgot to post it, and I just found it again while going through my files, so here it is. Enjoy.
You tugged at Aleister’s arm, trying to get him to just move. Never would you think you’d be in this situation, the two of you usually getting on as well as cats and dogs. Although the man challenging was larger, you were more worried for what Aleister would do to him, knowing he would easily come on top.
“I believe you owe her an apology,” Aleister warned, his voice growing low, a snarl passing through his teeth at the sarcastic smirk plastered on the man’s face. The man had run into you at the bar, ultimately spilling his own drink all over himself. You tried to apologize, really you did, but that didn’t stop him from hurling insults your way. That’s when Aleister got involved.
“Yeah? It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion,” his hand pushed at Aleister’s shoulder, expecting to intimidate him a bit. You saw his aura grow thicker with rage at that movement. “Are you going to buy me ‘nother drink or not, bitc-” he never finished his sentence, a tattooed fist fell against the front of his face, knocking the drunkard to the floor. You moved quickly in front of Aleister, pushing at his chest to move him away from the situation. One of your hands fell against his cheek, cupping it gently. Tingles erupted against your spine as you felt his jaw clench beneath your fingertips.
You ignored the squeals coming from what you assumed was the man’s girlfriend, forcing Aleister’s eyes down to yours, whispering small words to calm him down. You turned your head a bit, following Aleister’s line of vision to the girl holding the face of the man, unconscious from either the punch, his alcohol level, or hell, both.
“Are you happy now, he did nothin’ wrong, but your menace of a boyfriend just had to start somethin’, too much of a pansy to punch ‘im when he’s sober,” you did a complete 180 at this, cocking your head to the side as she stood up, getting in your face. A small ‘what’ left your lips as you tried to understand what this girl may be on. “What, this the only way h’can get you off anymore, pickin’ fights with innocent strangers? His dick too small for a whore like you to be satisfied?”
Your tongue pushed against your front teeth, a chuckle passing your lips as you looked at the girl. “I’m gonna put you on the fucking floor,” you were suddenly held back, fighting against the arms keeping you in place.
“Hold me back,” the girl whispered to her friend before shouting back at you. “If it wasn’t for them holding me back, I’d kick your ass,” she growled out, making no move to go at you, pissing you off even more.
“Let’s go, come on, I’ll rip that infected ass tongue through your teeth,” you hissed back, launching her direction yet again, only to, this time, be lifted by tattooed arms. “Put me down, Aleister!” you fought against his arms, ultimately making zero impact in getting his arms off of you. As you passed through to the back alley, he finally set you down, arms stopping you yet again as you tried to pass through the door.
“You stay here, I’m going to go grab your things,” his voice stayed calm, which only made you angrier as you growled out a ‘but they said-’ before being cut off. “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”
“You did earlier, now that I jump on board with you for once, you move on, that’s bullsh-” one of his hands took hold of your face with a rough touch, angling it as his lips pressed against yours in a heated passion. Your eyes went wide as he pulled away just as quickly, your voice growing small. “O-oh.” you mentally hit yourself at your response.
“Are you going to listen now?” He questioned, his hold on your chin loosening without completely releasing it. You ignored his question, opting for the age old, cheesy, ‘you just kissed me,’ response. Your eyes met with his, heart leaping at the small smile rising on his lips. “I did,” your face angled up to his as his lips moved to hover over yours. “And I’m going to do it again,” This time it was softer, yours lips easily moving in sync with his.
Time seemed to slow down as you pulled away, instantly wanting another. His forehead pressed against yours. “I’m going to go get your things, stay here.” You nodded gently, biting on your bottom lip as he pushed past the metal door, only to come out a few minutes later, your purse and jacket in tow.
He set your jacket around your shoulders, before his arm rested across them, tugging you close to his body. Your fingers moved to intertwine with the ones dangling over your shoulder, calmly asking where you were going.
“Cafe, about a five minute walk. We need to talk about some things,” he muttered out, doing nothing to hide the smile blossoming on his lips.