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Sweeter Bitter 1 of 3

A/N: A weekend getaway with the girls to California with more than you bargained for.

 A weekend away with the girls in sunny California was exactly what I needed. The first day was what you expected, we spent half of the day at the beach, drinking fruity drinks, posting selfies on Instagram, and everything else in between. We had lunch at a well known restaurant and on a whim we decided to go to Vegas that same day.

“Meet us out front in about an hour.” Steph says.

“Okay.” I say as I stepped out of the car.

I walked into the hotel and slipped my sunglasses from my eyes. I squinted as a figure in a black hat and sunglasses walked passed me and I swear it was Sebastian, but it couldn’t be, he was in New York. I followed the stranger with my eyes until he disappeared around one of the pillars in the lobby. I fought the urge to text Sebs and I laughed at how my mind was playing tricks on me.

An hour later…

A guy was already waiting by the elevator bank as I approached. A few seconds later the doors glide open and I stepped in followed by the guy. The door closes and I looked down at my phone, the arm reaches out and pressed a button. I looked up and saw that it was the same guy I saw earlier with the hat, his head hung low and his sunglasses was tucked into his shirt and his hands were in his pocket.

I tilt my head, staring at him quizzically and as if on cue, he slowly lifts his head and I saw the grin first, then the nose, then the familiar cobalt eyes.

My eyes widened.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Sebastian.” I breathed.

“Dollface.” He answers.

He steps forward and I stepped back into the side wall of the elevator. “What are you—.” I managed to say as he kissed me, first slowly then hungrily as his mouth took possession of what was his. My lips parted as he slipped his tongue in my mouth and my fingers snaked around the nape of his neck. He breaks the kiss and lifts my hand to his lips, he puts my finger into his mouth and the action of having those liquid eyes gaze at me and my finger in his mouth stirred the ache in my center. I bit back a moan because now wasn’t the time for this and as if he sensed my thoughts, he grins and sucks on my finger deeply before he released me from his clutches.

Sebastian released her knowing how pleasurable and maddening the anticipation of shocking her again will be. His only aim this weekend was to drive her completely insane. The doors opened and he steps out and disappeared without a glance.

My entire body goosefleshed as I stood on weakened legs and made my way out of the elevator and through the lobby to the waiting car.

“You looked as if you just saw a ghost.” Steph stated looking at my stunned features.

Why was he here? I thought. He’s mind fucking me and I couldn’t figure it out.

My chest still heaving as my heart beating dangerously fast tried to escape through my ribcage. “I-I’m fine.” I breathed, pulling the seatbelt across me.

“Okay!” Steph cheered as she pulled the car out of the parking lot and into the open road.

“Vegas here we come!” The girls shrieked from the backseat.

I couldn’t get Sebastian’s face out of my head, I exhaled tasting his peppermint salvia on my tongue.

Just the thought of him made my pulse quickened, what we did in the elevator was both sensual and sinful and I wanted more.

Las Vegas

Eight hours.

Five hundred dollars from Blackjack winnings.

And three bailey’s on the rocks later, I slipped the hotel key into the slot and pushed the door opened. Kicking my heels off to the wayside I made my way into the bedroom and  began disrobing, I tossed my dress on the chair and nearly had a coronary as the figure sitting on the chair pulled the dress from his chest and dropped it to the floor.

“Come here, Doll.” He says sternly. I knew that tone and it wasn’t good.

“Sebastian, please.” I pleaded. I was too tipsy and sleepy for this shit.

“I was in the lounge and saw him flirting with you and you encouraged it.”

Him who? 

I thought back at the sexy stranger with the ice gray eyes and dangerous accent.

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” I say boldly.

He lifts an eyebrow. “Oh really.” 

What the fuck is wrong with me I thought.

You’re borderline drunk my inner self answers.

“I didn’t mean that.” I say. “I wasn’t flirting  with him I swear.”

He doesn’t say anything, the damage was already done.

He stands, pulling his white dress shirt shirt over his head and discarding it along with his navy blue pants.

He smiles at me. “I was mistaken then.” He corrects as his finger traced along my jawline.

“Sebs.” I exhaled.

He puts a finger to my lips and shakes his head. I didn’t put up a fight any further resistance would prolong the punishment.

His blue eyes held mine own as my back felt the cool sensation of the sheet. “Short and fast or long and slow.” He says as his right hand went into his boxers.

I swallowed loudly as his boxers pooled at his feet and his thickness hung eagerly by his thigh. “Shof…” I stammered as the blood rushed throughout my body.

I quivered uncontrollably as the heat and sensation from his long smooth strokes slammed into me.

Spasm after spasm rippled through me as the thickness of his orgasm spurts deep inside.

I became insensible with passion as if my soul was being yanked from body.


First Meeting part 2

Read part 1 here

Hokushin VS Raizen coming up!!! Oh no I have to draw action ahhh hahaha…ha… help I’m going on a quick trip so won’t be able to get to the next few pages for a while. BUT I’M COMMITTED TO THIS

Getting a little braver and inking everything this time, not just the panel borders and text (plus the pencils were taking me too long to clean). I’m really loving this fude pen.

Random aside: The more I think about it, the more I feel that some sort of action adventure game with a character like Hokushin would be so cool. Rokurokubi attacks and animations have the potential to be so fascinating and mesmerizing, and the puzzle solving and physics aspects would be awesome. And of course you can throw in all the sword-fighting, archery, horseback riding, court/political intrigue etc. fun of a medieval Japan setting. And frankly I’d suck at it all since I have terrible hand-eye coordination. But I love the idea of it!

Sometimes a hello is an ‘I hope I get to know you,’ sometimes it’s an ‘I’ve missed you,’ sometimes it’s a 'God, I love you,’ and sometimes it’s just a 'hello.’

“what is love? how did you know you were in love with him?”

“i guess i knew i was in love with him when his bad days became my bad days. when his good days became my good days. i don’t know, i never met anyone like him before. i guess i knew i was in love when i wish it would storm so i could see him become excited about something he loved. so i could see him smile. i guess i knew i was in love with him when the thought of him leaving scared the hell out of me. i guess i knew i was in love with him when i would roll over to the other side of the bed and reach for a hand that wasn’t there anymore. i guess i knew i was in love with him when losing him felt like losing a friend, best friend and boyfriend all in one. i guess i knew i was in love with him when i use to dread the morning but somehow wanted to wake up to it everyday. i guess i knew i was in love with him when my days suddenly became more quiet. i guess i knew i was in love with him when the thought of him never left my mind even though it’s been a year. i guess i knew i was in love with him when i wasn’t the best version of myself the way i was with him. he made me feel like i knew what love was. he made me feel like i was worthy of a type of love they talk about in movies and fairytales. the closest thing we have to magic is love and with him.. magic was our love. magic was us. magic was him. it’s always going to be him.”

—  I think that’s love // Deeply Feeling Series 
Sometimes I change my mind about people, sometimes I change my mind about myself. Sometimes I like things I thought I’d hate and sometimes I grow to hate things I used to love. Sometimes I can’t make up my mind because I don’t like any of the options and sometimes it’s because I like all of them too much. No one has everything figured out and some people don’t have anything figured out, but that’s called living and it means we’re real.