"Fuck you" i said for only response.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a little smile like he wanted to say 'Already did'. I couldn't help but blush violently. I bit my lips to stop me to repeat the same mistake, and give him a small kick. He replied with him leaning down to me and smacking my forehead. No, 'smacking' and 'Vincent Valentine' definitely don't suit in the same sentence. He sweetly put his kissable soft lips on my forehead. There, sound much better. In my case, I grip his red cape and bring him down to me, and kissed him on the lips. He answered back, at first softly, but as i pulled him on the bed, it became more... Savage. Savagelly sexy.
I was like really hot and taking off my clothes -and his- didn't help at all. Because his bare skin was burning, and he was physically super duper hot. Like too hot to be alive. What explain he was semi-dead. Or semi-immortal. It depend on the point of view.
So the first thing I think after this little session of extraordinary good sex, was that I actually fucked him. Again.
And for Gaia's sake, it was good.