Author's Note: This is kind of like a side-story for Waiting for the End. THIS is what happened during Clove's game with Rose…
It's called Lace because, well, I kind of like the name, okay? I couldn't think of anything else Dx Dun hate me!
And you'll never guess what I'm going to write for Chapter Four of Waiting for the End…Unfortunately, though, I may not be able to update that story until Tuesday.
*SPOILERCOUGHriotCOUGHSPOILER*
I have said too much! Now you know what happens! Well, that should make you want to read it more! :D
"It sure would be a challenge, though not one that I am willing to accept."
"Okay, so what is your little game?" I asked, changing the subject. She smiled, and in her eyes shone something that I had never seen before.
"Well…one person has to close their eyes and not say anything. The first sound they make or word they speak counts as their first strike. They get three strikes," Clove told me.
"Who is going to be the one closing their eyes?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at her. That is when her smile grew wider.
"Why, you, of course. Let's begin."
With a reluctant sigh, I sat on the bed and closed my eyes, trying my best not to make one sound. I had way too much pride at that moment to lose this game. It was my one desire then to prove to Clove that I am better than other people; I had to win in order to prove myself to her.
However, that desire began to vanish quickly.
I felt her tongue on my neck. She gently pushed me so that I was on my back and lifted my shirt from my body, tugging at it to pull it over my head. A small noise escaped me as her hands began to roam my body, and her head snapped up. I knew that she was staring right at me, daring me to open my eyes.
"Strike one," she said.
She trailed soft kisses down my chest and stomach, stopping once she reached my waistline. Her fingers hooked themselves around my shorts and tugged, dragging them down my slender legs. When she returned, she ran her hand up my thigh, causing me to moan softly.
"Strike two," she whispered.
Her fingers looped around my underwear, pulling them down slowly. I gripped the sheets, wanting her to just hurry up. However, the moment when she completely undressed me never came, as there was a loud knock on the door. Clove covered her mouth to try not to laugh out loud, and she quickly threw my blanket over my half-nude body. She kicked my shorts under my bed and sat at the bottom of my bed.
"Come in," she called to the person on the other side of the door. Lelliam walked into the room, turning on the light.
"What are you two doing?" he questioned.
"Rose got scared, so I came to comfort her," Clove lied.
"Oh, okay, well…both of you go get some rest. I came to tell you that you will not have enough time to eat breakfast tomorrow morning."
"Awh," Clove whined. She pouted and watched Lelliam walk out of the room with a roll of his eyes. "Well, I guess that sums up our game for tonight."
She stood and walked out of my room without another word.
I never reached three strikes. I had won.