Chest to chest In this California king bed Eye to eye In this California king bed We're ten thousand miles apart Just when I felt like giving up on us Yeah yeah yeah In this California king bed In this California king bed
Nose to nose
Palm to palm
We were always just that close
Wrist to wrist
Toe to toe
Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose
So, how come when I reach out my finger
It feels like more than distance between us
We're ten thousand miles apart
I've been California wishing on these stars
For your heart for me
My California king
Cheek to cheek
Side by side
You were sleeping next to me
Arm in arm
Dusk to dawn
With the curtains drawn
And a little last night on these sheets
So, how come when I reach out my fingers
It seems like more than distance between us
I've been California wishing on these stars
For your heart for me
My California king
You turned around and gave me one last touch
That made everything feel better
And even then my eyes got wetter
So confused wanna ask you if you love me
But I don't wanna seem so weak
Maybe I've been California dreaming
We're ten thousand miles apart
I've been California wishing on these stars
For your heart for me
My California king
My California king
We're ten thousand miles apart
I've been California wishing on these stars
For your heart for me
My California king
-Rihanna, California King Bed-
I open my eyes slightly, finding my Claude wrapped around me.
"I love how heated you can be,"
I missed the last part last night, I didn't care. I knew it was a slur, and I knew he didn't mean it. Claude loved me. I know he did. There was no denying it, right? He was mine, there was nobody else he could love. And I'm his, he was planning to eat my soul. The only reason he hasn't yet was because he wanted to save me for when I was most desirable. Delectable. He had to love me, and I didn't have to love him, but I do. I love my Claude.
I adjust my body weight, adjusting my legs to wrap around Claude's bare ones. You know for a demon, he sure does sleep. Maybe it's because I wear him out. That's a nice thought.
"Claude~" I muse, rubbing my hand to his face, wiping the drool that hits my pillow. He better clean that up.
He better clean all of my bed up. The markings from last night on my sheets discomfort me, plus I don't want Hannah to find it. That'd be awkward.
How can they not hear us almost every other 2 days? We had a specific schedule, maybe Claude makes them do something else to give us some private time?
He groans lightly. "Al-ois…"
I smirk, kissing him on his nose. "Isn't it time to get up?"
He shifts his body, turning his bare back to me. "No. I want to sleep."
"Demons don't need sleep," I protest, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"I want sleep. Now leave me."
I crawl over him and fake-pout. "Awh, but last night was so memorable. I almost want to reenact it right now."
He growls and pushes me off of him roughly. It oddly arouses me. I land on my back, but trust me, I was pissed. He can't take a hint?
"Claude~" I poke his neck lightly.
"Get off of me," he growls.
"I know you don't mean that," I reject, frowning.
"To Hell I don't," He moaned, shifting further from me.
I raise my eyebrow. Fine, be that way.
"Dress me, clean the bed contents, and get me a drink." I say, sitting up at the side of the bed. "And I mean now, Claude!"
He gets up and puts his clothes on, right leg first.
"I didn't tell you to get dressed," I snarl, cringing my nose.
"It was implied,"
"No, it wasn't. Dress me, clean the bed, and get me a drink. Nothing said about you being dressed," I pry.
"Sorry," He said. He lied.
I sigh, grabbing my clothes. "Put them on me, and I mean now."
I sit down in my bed, groaning. Why does Claude have to be so complicated?
Just then, Hannah walks in, bringing me my drink Claude was supposed to bring me.
"Finally," I say, exhausted. "Don't look at me," I snarl, seeing Hannah's eyes glance on mine slightly.
"Oh. Kay," She stammers, pouring my drink on me. "OH, I am SO sorry!"
It burns on my thighs…but I like it. It's different. It's a unique wavelength through my legs that nobody could ever give me. I sigh loudly. "Get it off,"
She starts wiping my clothes, realizing I need more. She walks to-
"CLAUDE!" I yell, stopping her dead in her tracks.
Claude runs up to my room, with a box. I don't know what it is, and I don't care.
"Yes?" Monotone. Damn it.
"Get me some new clothes, my thighs are soaked." I say. Those were the wrong words.
He immediately does, and Hannah starts to walk out of the room.
"I didn't tell you to leave." I say, flipping my hair and extending my toes as Claude puts my thigh-high socks on.
She pauses and watches. It disgusts me, but I did force her to stay.
"Anything else?" Claude asks, raising an eyebrow.
I grab his tie-thing, pulling his nose to mine. "Why don't you respect me as your Lord?"
He sighs, looking at Hannah, and gives her a look like, 'What's this kid want?'
I smack him dead in the face, making a red mark appear there. He raises his hand but lowers it also. He wouldn't smack me. He loves me.
This is just an act. A silly game. He's webbing me in a web.
Two can play at that game.
"Go ahead," I say, raising an eyebrow.
He clenches his jaw and grabs mine. "Don't give me that permission," he digs his long nails in my skin, making me gasp. I can feel the pain, clawing deep inside.
"Do what you want." I insist, mimicking his facial expression.
I knew whatever he'd do would be for my sake.
"I love how heated you can be,"
He lets go of me, pushing me against the bed, without moving his body a single inch. He turns around, and starts to walk out the door. Before he does, he says, "I require more, Master."
He walked out and Hannah was still there.
I glared at her. "Tell me a story," I insist.
"Excuse me?" She says, flattening her hair.
"Sit on the bed and tell me a story." I say again.
She does, flattening out her dress. She didn't look at me. "Once-"
"Look at me." I say, fake-pouting.
She looks at me in an awkward way. "Once there was a young female-"
"Was she attracted to women?" I ask immediately.
"…No." Hannah replied, making me upset.
"Make her attracted to women." I knew that was low, but hey, a story needs an interesting twist, right?
She sighs. "Once there was a female, who was attracted to women. At the time she had a boyfriend. She had red hair and was abused by several men. Anyways, she had troubles with her partner. He would abuse her. She liked the abuse, but he liked her-"
"I get it. Where's this story heading?" I ask impatiently.
"That's where you decide." She said, smiling, tilting her head to the side.
I pout. "Get out," I demand, pushing her disgusting body off of my bed.
She sighs again and walks out.
I snarl at myself, getting up and looking at the mirror. I lightly tug off all of my clothes and glance at myself.
Does Claude love me?
I stick out my tongue, and grab it in attempt to yank it all the way out. It burns when I touch it, but I'm sure that's just normal for a contract. I like that feeling.
A burning sensation through my body, everywhere.
I groan and sit on the ground, realizing the pain isn't helping and it never will.
I sigh and slip my night-covers on, moaning lightly.
I hear a light knock on my door while I sat down on my bed.
"Come in," I sigh.
It was Claude, gripping his hair.
He stalks to me, and towers his body over mine. "I'm sorry," he breathes on my neck, pushing me down on the bed.
"N-no you're not," I deny, pushing him from me.
"Yes, Master, I am." He says in monotone, pushing my hair back out of my eyes.
I sigh and get up and leave the room, leaning on the rail.
"Servants, go to bed!" I scream, rolling my eyes. I can't believe Canterbury was just sitting there. "You, Canterbury! Now!"
He gets up and walks to his room.
I walk back to my room, seeing Claude with a red rose in his mouth. His hair was all over the place, and his eyes were glowing with lust for me. I knew it. He was sorry.
"Dance with me all night, Lord. I will show you how sorry I am." He says, grabbing the rose from his mouth and putting it in my left hand. "Please," He insists, pulling me to my bed.
I notice I left the doors open. I didn't care. Damn the servants if they hear anything tonight.
He lightly tugs at my jacket, pulling it off to the floor. I giggle at his sudden interest in undressing me, while it's usually me undressing myself. I hear him sigh loudly, and I don't know if it's directed at me or with me, but I don't like it. I won't comment on it, though, I'll just let him do what he wants.
I'm letting him win the game, tangle me up. But it would only be for one night, right?
Claude turns from my face, tired and sleepy. He yawned loudly.
Oh yeah, I make him exhausted.
I wrap my arms around his, because I know he's awake. He's still sweating, actually.
"Face me," I smile.
"I was just facing you for like an hour," He says, groaning.
"If you loved me, you would face me, Claude," I insist, knowing my voice is somewhat whiny.
He moans again, shifting his head, but still not facing me.
"Do, you love me?" I ask, still smiling.
"What kind of a question is that, Master?" He says, raking a hand through his hair lazily.
"You're very impertinent for a boyfriend, what's wrong with a straight answer?" I mumble, yawning myself. He makes me tired.
Then he turns to face me, shock on his face. "Boyfriend?" He asks, glaring.
I turn to show my back to him. "Of course you're my boyfriend, you lay me quite often."
After a few heartbeats, he finally says, "No, I'm not."
I was too focused in sleep to notice it that much. He is, and he's a liar. I knew that for sure.
When I wake up, Claude was already dressed and making breakfast. I leaned up and started crying, tears hot on my cheeks. I finally remembered what he said.
"You're an amusing soul, that's true, Alois, but you're not enough for me. But I do love how heated you can be, when your soul dances with a flame, I long for the taste, but sometimes it's not enough."
Why, Claude, why? Don't you love me?
Claude…
Why are we always ten thousand miles apart?
Note: cheesus it's difficult to get into Alois's mind. -.-
so how is it? I don't really 'love' is but oh well~