She's so interesting.
Clove.
We go to the same school, and that's where I met her. I'm the top fighter in sword fighting, and she's the top fighter with long range weaponry—especially throwing knives. Needless to say, we're both popular.
I'm not your usual romantic, so her beauty wasn't the thing that caught my eye, even though she may be the most attractive girl on campus. Everyone talked about her, and how fucking gorgeous she is. But none of this is what stood out to me about her. It was actually her sadistic nature.
Every time her knives sunk into something, or even someone, she would get this look of pleasure on her face—and she still does.
My first interaction with her was on the battle field. It was a sparring match really, but with two different fighting styles.
Long range vs. Short range.
Obviously, I was at a disadvantage, but I've dealt with it before. I've never lost a battle. I was actually quite confident, but not even a minute into the match, she was already able to throw her knife into my shoulder. It went clean in, too. All the way until the hilt hit my skin, about 2 inches. Hell yeah it hurt. It's a good thing that only the teacher was in there.
She embarrassed the shit out of me.
She walked over to me and pulled her knife out of me slowly. That fucking sadist. Hurt the hell out of me too. But that's what made her unique. What's worse is that she licked my wound after she just pulled the knife out. It stung like hell because of her saliva, but I admit, feeling her warm tongue on such a fresh wound… It was bittersweet.
To me, this sadistic personality of hers is rather attractive. It's not because I'm masochistic, 'cause boy do I hate the feeling of pain. The reason why I find it attractive is because I understand her love of inflicting pain. I'm also sadistic.
Ever since I had that realization that I'm interested her, I've been having those dreams. Wet dreams, they call it. However, my sex dreams were intertwined with images of bites and bruises on her body. Some blood, but she wasn't upset about it. She seemed to enjoy it. They were my bites.
I've had quite a few of these dreams, so I've started to take it as a sign. Maybe she's secretly a masochist.
I decided to find out finally about a month after the sparring match. No one knew about it, so I guess she didn't tell anyone about it. Now that I think about it, she's not sociable, so she doesn't have anyone to share it with.
I decided to go to the garden on campus after school. It was usually deserted because people found it a boring place to hang around. After all, it was all just plants.
Sure enough, my assumption was correct, and there she was, lying down on one of the wooden benches taking a nap.
Her small 5'4 frame didn't cover the whole length of the bench, so I decided to take up the remaining space near her head. She seemed pretty knocked out, since she didn't make a single movement since I arrived.
The bench seemed uncomfortable for her head and neck, so I lifted her head onto my lap. The whole time, I would stare at her face, down her body, and back up to her face again.
I was thinking of places I wanted to leave bites.
So here she is, Clove, waking up after about an hour of napping, and the first thing she sees as she opens her eyes is my face. I expected her to punch me, or scratch, hiss, or even spit, but she did none of them. She merely stayed on my lap and stared into my eyes as I stared back into her green ones.
I figured it wasn't going anywhere, so I decided to speak first, "Have a nice nap, princess?" She sat up off of my lap, but didn't go anywhere. This was the first time I heard her speak, "You're Cato, are you not?" I shrugged, "Yeah, so?" She narrowed her eyes at me, "I don't understand why you're here—why you're talking to me. What do you want?" The harshness in her voice would faze any normal person, but I'm not normal at all. Matter of fact it made me more confident in this conversation. "Remember when you gave me this scar?" I took off my shirt and showed her the knife wound that had scarred over the past month. She nodded, and I continued, "Well it was the first time we met, and since then, you've had my attention." She lifted a brow, but didn't say anything. At least she was interested in what I had to say.
"Look, you've been in my mind a lot, and I just wanted to let you know that. It's not a confession of love or anything, I just wanted to tell you that you're interesting, and shit."
She narrowed her eyes again, "Have I been in your dreams at all?" The question took me by surprise, and I nodded before I could consider the consequences. "About what?" she asked suspiciously. I shrugged, before grinning, "Sex."
She flinched. The 'sadist' Clove has been caught off guard, and I'm secretly entertained by this. She didn't seem to be moving, so I just assume she's temporarily frozen. I take this as an opportunity to lean forward and steal a kiss from her, I place my left hand on her right cheek, and gently rub her left arm with my remaining hand and try to loosen her up. It was working.
I could tell she was confused. She was nervous and unsure. But through her actions, I could tell she was overflowing with rush and excitement.
First of all, she was the one who stuck her tongue into my mouth. Now don't get me wrong, it's extremely hot (literally and figuratively), but I kind of wanted to be the one to do it. After she started dominating in my mouth (which again, I'm embarrassed about), she began to push me down on the bench, moving her tiny fingers over my broad chest.
She broke our kiss to move down and lick over my scars, and suck on my sensitive spots. I couldn't help groaning. She was too talented with that tongue of hers. It was so warm, and the vibrations were just erupting from my throat. She moved to the freshly healed wound on my shoulder and lightly, barely even touching my skin, practically hovering over it, she slowly made her way across the cut.
Honestly, she almost made me ejaculate in my pants.
She made her way back onto my chest, and slowly traveled down, planting light kisses, further and further until she reached my happy trail. Her hands went to my jean button and I placed a hand on hers. "If you want it, I think you're going to have to come home with me princess."
