So, I've decided to take a little break from my coven fic Bittersweet Misery to work out a shit ton of kinks I've run into. It might be a long while before I update that again. In the meantime, I'll be posting a few prompts I was given on tumblr.
Prompt: One of my favorite parts is when Fiona tells axeman "But first you have to do something for me. Just. One. Little. Thing" I love her sitting on his lap cause she's so small. Could you write maybe his point of view for that scene?
Warnings: K, Faxeman, unedited
Live like normal folk. That was what he wanted. He just wanted to live on that farm in Covington with Fiona. He could make her happy, he was sure of that. They could be happy. "This new Supreme… she could be our last," he said thoughtfully, imagining killing one of those girls, making her blood drip from his precious axe. "I'll hang up my axe… you give up the coven…"
The Axeman watched Fiona carefully, taking in her body language. She seemed to seriously consider this. She was lying down on his bed, and slowly sat up. Her blonde locks fell in her face, and she brushed them aside with her hand.
Every little movement she made was intoxicating; hypnotizing. He could spend his days watching her and be completely satisfied. And if she said yes to his proposition, then that was what he very well could be doing.
She stood up from the bed and sat down in his lap. The Axeman slid an arm around her waist. She pressed her lips against his in a kiss. Every time her lips touched his, it sent shivers down his spine, and he wished they could do nothing but kiss for eternity.
"It's a deal," she murmured into the kiss. "But first," she added, pulling away from the kiss, leaving him wanting more as always, "you have to do something for me. Just one little thing." Her voice was a low murmur.
God, she could make him do anything she wanted. Even without magic, he was under her spell. He smirked, loving the way she was talking to him. "Anything for you, baby doll."