(This is just a short. It was from a dream I had but I changed it a little due to lost fragments. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT ANNABEL'S SOUL!)
Snoozing softly, my pink, butterfly wings twitched slightly. The pink strip of fur at the end of a tail-like line was connected to my back as well but just between the wings. I slept on a berth in the wall instead of on the bed. Guest rooms were becoming sparse so I slept in a friend's room.
My name was Annabel Finch but I was called "Lith" as a code name, short for Lithophane Leeae. I know it's the name of a pink moth but it was better than being called the "Pink-onater" due to my fighting and shooting skills. I had long black hair with pink stripes, purple eyes with red specks that looked like glitter and a young look. I appeared as fourteen years of but my real age was twenty-three. Usually, I wore an outfit that looked like Cheshire's from DC comics but the light green was pink and the emerald green was black on me.
The two antennas sticking out at the hair-line on my forehead twitched a little when I could hear the door open. As quick as a flash, I climbed up the wall to the ceiling like Spider-man and withdrew my knife from the sheath strapped to my leg.
Big mistake. It was the one I was sharing the room with. It was Caesar Salazar.
"Hello, Anny, pizza?" he held a plate.
Oh, right, I decided to sleep through the pizza-party so I would be wide-awake for tomorrow's patrol. I patrolled all day for the weekends so I needed my sleep. Shrugging and flipping off the ceiling to land on the floor, I accepted the plate with a nod. I sheathed my blade as he spoke.
"So, Anny, we've known each other for months now and…" I could see his tan cheeks slightly brighten.
Noticing the slight change in the color, I asked "Are you healthy?"
"Hmm, oh, yes, I was just…" he paused again, rubbing the back of his head.
Tilting my head with hidden confusion, I rocketed my arm forward with my two fingers pressed to his neck, "You're pulse is racing, body heat rising and your skin is sweating. Are you ill?"
"I am not sick, mariposa." he denied it but I knew for a fact that he wasn't functioning normally.
"Caesar Salazar, you should lie down and get some rest, you do not look well-" I was cut off when he grabbed my lip.
With a small tug, he pulled me close to his face until our lips made contact. The Hispanic's hand slipped behind my head, tangled in my dark hair as the other arm wrapped around my waist. He was performing an act of human affection and lust called 'love'. It was something I read about but never fully understood but the contact of his warm lips against mine made me want more. I swung my arms around his neck, pulling his body closer.
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Let's just say I learned a lot of things that night.