Hey All, it's your most hated writer :P Okay another silly little story of mine; now the legal matters
I don't own Tokyo ew Mew, or Mew Mew Power or whatever you call it
I watch this show in ENGLISH…so the characters are called by their ENGLISH names (Zoey, Mark, Dren, etc)
Yes I know Dren backwards is nerd. Don't bother reviewing to tell me this.
–S3v3rusIsMin3- is my LOVELY beta.
We shall pretend for the sake of this story that Zoey is older. How much older is your call, just keep in mine Dren's about a year older then she is :D
I think that is it but if I remember anything else I'll be sure to add it. So see ya and please review :D
The date had been going perfectly until we went into the haunted house. I hate ghosts, I hate being scared. Have I mentioned how much I hate ghosts and being scared? At first I thought I would be okay, then the pictures appeared on the walls, then I lost sight of Mark. Fear was getting to me, eating away at me. The piano moved towards me, something white flew past me, and then it was all too much. I passed out.
It was black. No lights to light up where I was. Everything was black, but I could feel warm arms wrapped around me. Someone's hand was trailing through my hair, leaving a single trail of warmth.
"Mark?" I questioned the person. They didn't reply to me, instead soft lips brushed along my temple, making me whimper in surprise.
"Mark is that you? I'm kinda freaked out here."
I heard soft laughter and warm lips pressed against mine. Moving sensually, inviting me to join in. I was uncertain but opened my mouth all the same, feeling a warm tongue gently brush mine. The slow pace was starting to set me on fire, burning a trail through my veins. I could feel him leaning over me. The hand that previously had been in my hair trailed lower along my side, stopping at my skirt. Where it stopped, it circled gently, altering between a touch so light it almost wasn't there to pressing so hard I was sure it would bruise. The constant shift from one extreme to another was causing me to writhe and shiver under it's masterful touch. The mouth moved away from mine, leaving me gasping for air as random kisses were placed on my body; my nose, my cheek, my forehead, my chin. I could feel warm breath fanning across my face as the hand trailed up higher and then along my underwear.
"Mark, what are you doing?"
The same soft laughter as before and then he kissed me. Pressing his thumb against a spot that made me cry out, opening my mouth to his tongue. They moved in time, his thumb and tongue; pressing, swirling, pulling away as I arched against the touch. It was building up until I came, gasping for air as he drew back.
"Zoey!" I heard Mark's voice call out, but it sounded muffled and in the distance. I tensed reaching towards the person who's lips had only just pulled back from mine. Above me something began to glow blue in the darkness, fading into a startling gold that I'd seen only once before.
"Hey there Kitty Cat." My blood froze and I'm certain my heart skipped a beat. For the second time that day I passed out.