Hi!This is the first time I've really actually posted anything here so please be nice. I really like this anime/manga. The characters make my day. Um, let me know what you think and hopefully you enjoy it.
That bastard. He was doing this on purpose. There he was lying on the beach towel half naked under the Mexican sun. Why were you in Mexico of all places? Tsuna sent both of you on an assassination on some loser who thought he could mess with Vongola. Of course he could have sent his fangirl, Bakadera if said person didn't refuse to leave his man-crush's side and yell at you to stop being so difficult. So there you were covering as much skin as possible while the perverted Doctor ogled practically naked hoes running across the beach.
Jealous? No (denial). Frustrated? Yes. Why? Because when you first heard of the infamous Trident Shamal you didn't think you would be the only girl ever to fall for the flirtatious ass. You honestly thought…well let's say nothing good of him before you met him. What upset you the most was how he never ogled you, only those cows. See the frustration part? But that didn't stop you from fantasizing.
Anyways. The way he sat there with that smirk and those lustful brown eyes. God. You shifted around. The burning sensation in your lower stomach kept on increasing as you thought about running your fingertips down his rock hard torso. Then lower and lower until it slipped into his pants and grabbed —
"You okay?" He finally looked at you, after hours (but he who's counting).
Trying to discretely wipe the drool off you thought, Fuck this! I can't take this anymore.
"Shamal,"
"Yes?"
"Five minutes"
"Huh?" Queue seductive smirk.
"You have five minutes to get from this beach to the hotel bedroom and onto the bed,"
"…"O_O
"Times-a-ticking! Move it or I jump you now," you growled frustrated at him and his shock.
He grew a Cheshire grin, "Really?"
You reached over to his "v", tracing it, fingers light as a feather. With a heated glare you said one last word - "Go"
Let's just say he wasn't ogling other women any more…well, most of the time.
