Mistress Bonbon


This fic is inspired by Wulf's: Lady Marmalade


Krystal stared down at the convoluted controls of the jet's simulation.
Her eyes trailed from the left to the right as she studied each knob, lever, and panel.
Parting her brows, her mouth hung half open while she scratched the back of her head.
She pursed her lips, sinking her fangs into them, an acute apprehension crept up her spine when thin beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.

She cupped her palm on her chin and rubbed it against it as warm, sultry air escaped her lips. Krystal checked once more before she flipped switches on the left.

Breakers in, switches set to normal... Her brows wavered. Oxygen off. thing on auto... She blinked as her stomach knotted. Something...switches to normal. She leaned back into the seat before she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

A soft, saccharine voice asked, "Need help?"

Krystal's fur bristled as she pressed her palms against her chest and faced the voice to her left: her eyes rounded as they met one's as blue as the pristine ocean of Cape Claw.

The lynx leaned on the cockpit's rim with her elbows against it and cradled her white fluffy cheeks, appearing soft to the touch, in her palms. Her soothing gaze cleansed the crippling dread.

"Umm..." Krystal's eyes skirted away as they sunk.

Would he be disappointed if I did?

She blinked before her gaze met with the Lynx's. "Y-yes, please."

"Alright, let's see." She leaned forward as Krystal scooted back and gave her space. She checked the control panel from left to right. "It's pretty hard to remember."

Krystal nodded, sinking her back into the leather seat and slumping into it.

"First time?" She faced Krystal, a faint half-smile creased her lips.

Halfheartedly nodding, Krystal's cheeks burned as she halfway faced away and averted her gaze, tightening her stomach.

The lynx waved a lax palm down through the air while she shut her eyes and smiled. "Don't fret, it's difficult." She peeked at Krystal with her soothing gaze.
"I'm sure someone as lovely as you will get it."

Krystal's clasped, curling lips and parted brows wavered while she set her fist in front of her mouth. Her strands of hair covered her eyes as her head leaned down. She glimpsed through it, heart fluttering with swooning zest.

"What's your name by the way?" She leaned back on the rim of the simulator, refusing to budge her playful stare.

She whispered, "Krystal."

"Aww," She cooed. "Such a cute name." She paused. "Mines Miyu, it's a pleasure to meet you." She extended an arm, offering an odd gesture.

Krystal stared at Miyu's palm, blinking, her gaze raised to meet Miyu's.

"It's a...handshake." Miyu waited for a reply but she didn't receive one. "Would it be okay if I showed you?"

"Hmm." Krystal shrugged.

Miyu's hand limped as her head wilted and eyes slumped. She sighed. "That's okay." Her cheerful expression returned before she crossed her arms, resting them on the rim.
"Where ya from?"

Krystal faced her head in the opposite direction of Miyu, staring down at her feet. The words stung her throat as an abrupt frigid chill stabbed her spine, euthanizing the melancholy thought. "...Cerinia..."

"Bet it's gorgeous." Miyu's eyes widen while they beamed with interest. "Where is it?"

Crippling dread crept through Krystal's arteries. "Where are you from?"

Miyu flinched back a bit, she blinked for a second before she leaned her head to the side and scratched it. "Central."

"Where's that?"

"Here, silly." Miyu chuckled.

"Oh..."

"Guess you're really not from here."

"Yeah..."

"By the way, love the dye. Where do you get it?"

"Dye?"Krystal faced her, she tilted her head to the side as her ears perked up.

"Yeah, it's dye right?" Miyu raised a brow. "Right?"

"What is dye?"

Miyu froze, her eyes rounded while her mouth hung half open.
"Ha, you got me." She weakly chuckled, waving a palm through the air.
"Really, what do you use?"

Silence.

Sweat trickled down Miyu's forehead, slipping by her twitching brows.

Did I say something wrong?

"A-are you okay?" Krystal watched Miyu as she stared at Krystal with wide eyes and blinked. "Err...is some-"

"Can I see?"

Krystal's cheeks seared while she pulled her arms close to her chest, recoiling back into the seat while staring away from Miyu. She played with her sweaty palms, rubbing her laced fingers together: heart skipping and drumming within her constrained chest. The latex suit stuck to her pricking, warm skin. Her mind fogged from the teeming bliss.

What is this? What is going on? Oh...dear. Why do I feel fuzz-

"Sorry, I didn't mean to come off like that." Miyu's black pointy ears pinned back.
"It's just...are you really blue?"

"Y-yes."

Miyu's jaw hung, her pupils shrunk while she stared at Krystal.

Is that...odd?

Brows parting, eyes rounding, and the end of her lips curling up into an amused smile, Miyu leaned forward towards Krystal, her muzzle an inch away from hers. "That's so amaz-" She reeled back as she flailed her arms in the air while she slid backward off of the rim before Krystal could catch her.
She plummeted blow, a light fleeting thud ensued.
Her weak voice cried out, "I'm okay."

Krystal set her hands on the rim and peeked over it, staring down at Miyu, who winced and groaned. "Need help?"

Miyu clenched her teeth, she faux a smile and a breathy laugh while she shut her wavering eyes as she shook her palms towards Krystal.

"You sure?"

"Yeah!" Miyu groaned, she set herself upright and placed one arm behind to support her lopsided body.

Krystal clambered out of the cockpit, placing one foot at a time on the stairs while descending. She jumped off the second before last and landed by Miyu. Bending her knees and extending her palm, Krystal grasped Miyu's soft, fuzzy, warm hand and heaved her up.

"I usually land on my feet..." Miyu rubbed the back of her head while her smile dimpled her cheeks and her eyes narrowed. "But was distracted by such beauty."

"Do you need medical aid?" Krystal rested her palms together between her thighs.

Miyu's smile withered, ears pinned to the back of her head, and eyes sagged. Her voice dulled, "I'm good."

Was I rude?

Krystal's gut gnarled, her brows knitted while the side of her lip crooked down. A sinking, stabbing feeling slithered through her tense chest while her heart beats ebbed.
"Is something wrong?" Her eyes met with Miyu's dejected ones.

"No." Miyu set her hands on her hip while her lips struggled to crease her lips.
"By the way, your necklace is nice."

"Necklace?" Krystal set her hand on the box communicator device.

"Yeah, it's gorgeous on you."

"It's ugh...umm." Krystal dipped her head forward as she rested her fist against her lips. She stammered while she paused to rove her mind for an answer. "Translator?"

Miyu's ears perked up. "That'd explain your wondrous accent." Her beaming expression returned.

Her...smile is so...

A comforting, fluttering, ecstatic joy snuggled Krystal's heart while her cheeks dimpled and burned from the delight of Miyu's smile; a purgative, deep exhale passed through her nose.

"Sorry to bother you, but would you like to go for a walk?" Miyu's eyes locked with Krystal's.

That is...strange?

"U-ugh..." Krystal's eyes widen while her fur bristled. She peeked over her shoulder to glance at the simulator before she stared back at Miyu. Would it be okay? She clasped her hands together and played with her paw pads: Miyu's pleasant gaze begged her to join.

"It's just for a bit. I'll train you after."

Would he be okay with that?

Heart pounding.
Contorted stomach fluttering.
Each deep inhale and exhale nudged the complex emotion through her veins.
Her wavering lips moved to answer but the heavy words fumbled out of her mouth.

"Y-yes!"

Why did I say that?

Miyu's eyes glisten like the refracting light against the river of Thorntail Hollow.
She nudged her head in the direction of the hanger's sliding doors.

Standing still, Krystal sighed, her eyes trailed towards the ground before she shut them and shook her head. She followed.

They strolled up to them, Miyu placed her hand on the latch and pulled it aside as the doors slid open.

Krystal set the back of her hand over her eyes when rays of relieving light seeped into the room. Thrums of engines and cries of taking off jets filled the runway and masked Miyu's voice while she beckoned for Krystal to follow outside.

Is...this normal?

She trailed behind, stepping onto the concrete walkway.

Miyu halfway faced her, she smiled and tilted her head to the side to indicate for Krystal to step beside her. She waited for Krystal until she's next to her. "— — — — here?"

"Huh?" Krystal shook her head.

"Why are you— — "

Krystal cupped a hand by her ear and leaned her head towards Miyu while she shook it.

"Hold on." Miyu extended her hand and gestured to halt her speech.

They stepped onwards towards the hangers, pacing by idle jets; they headed towards a rusty jeep, Miyu sat in the driver seat as Krystal clambered into the passenger; they drove to the distant facility, neither spoke a word.

This is okay, right?

Gust of wind howled in Krystal's ears while they drove down the rugged road.
Apprehension slithered through her spine.

When the thrums of the jet's engines died down, Miyu spoke, "Why are you here?"

"Orders."

"What, are you from the military?" Miyu glimpsed at Krystal.

Krystal faced Miyu, her brows raised and head tilted to the side. "Military?

Miyu's ears pinned back. "Do you know what that is?"

"No."

"Huh, so..." Miyu paused. "Who did?"

Krystal sunk into the leather seat as she stared up at the clear sky with passing jets.
"Star Fox."

No response.

Peeking at Miyu, Krystal's contorted stomach teemed with nausea while her arms quivered and tense chest flutters. Miyu's stared dead on, her stoic stair shot a frigid bolt through Krystal's tightening body.

What is this?

She played with her fingers and waited for a reply that never came. Glancing at Miyu, Krystal watched as her apricot fur waved in the wind; the black markings like tribal tattoo on Miyu's forehead mesmerized her.

"That boy band?" Miyu's brows narrowed as her pursed lips withered.

"Hm?"

"They're making you do this?" Miyu's squinted eyes trailed towards Krystal for a second.

Krystal blinked.

"Don't."

"H-huh?" Krystal's head recoiled.

"Just don't, they're awful."

That's...not right?

"Why is th-"

"What do you want to do?"

"Err..." Krystal placed her palm over her mouth and tilted her head down to the side, brooding on her vapid thoughts. "Right now?"

"No." Miyu shook her head. "What do you want to do."

"I do not follow."

"What do you see yourself doing?"

Krystal blinked, her brows parted.

"...What would you like to do with your life...?"

"Oh!" Krystal fiddled with a strand of her hair, twirling it around her finger. Her heart sunk as the poignant, leaden words left her dragging lips
"I do not know."
Her eyes trailed away onto the horizon of the passing, lush plain.
The glare of the facility's glass on the left side caught her attention while they drove up to its parking lot. They stopped on a vacant side of the structure.

Miyu cut the ignition. Her half-lidded, soothing eyes pleaded for an answer.

Neither budged while their eyes locked with one another.
They basked in the beating sun.
Silence.

Krystal wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Because of them?" Miyu's brows furrowed.

"I need to train, please take me back."

"Do you want to or do they."

Why does she care?

Krystal rested her palms on her lap, facing away from Miyu. "Please take me back."

"Don't want to get a drink first? There's a decent bar." Miyu nudged her head towards the glass entrance way. Her playful, beaming smile returned. "I'll buy."

Sweat drenched Krystal body as the uncomfortable, tight latex suit stuck to her skin.
Her scratchy dry throat ached while she flicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
The rays of the overbearing sun lashed against her.

Would it be bad to? Just for a moment?

"Well?"

"I...don't know."

"Ask yourself this." Miyu extended a finger in front of Krystal.
"Are you living for yourself, or others?"

Krystal glimpsed at the distant hanger, distorted by heat waves.
I owe him.
The thought of the convoluted controls flooded her mind; throttling and snuffing her joy.
He'd appear when her daydream drifted, his snide, cynical grin violated her.
She faced Miyu, peering into her eyes.
He wouldn't yell at me again...would he?
Her fluttering heart crumbled, sinking.
Trembling, she spoke up.
"Y-yes."

Miyu extended her arm out towards the air and shut her eyes before she shot it down through the air. "Yes." She jutted two fingers from her fist while she waved them towards to the door.

They hopped out of the seat and headed towards the entrance.

A gust of chilling, whirring wind from the door's air conditioner alleviated the heat.
They strolled through the vacant lobby. Their boots pattered against the checkered tile floor.

Krystal trailed behind.

Miyu peeked over her shoulder. "So, are they loaded?"

"Hm?"

"Are they rich?"

They passed the front desk to their right. The worker glanced up from their newspaper and waved.

Miyu set her hand on her swaying hip. "Too personal?"

Krystal shook her head. "No, I think..." Her eyes trailed up Miyu's stern back. "They are?" Miyu's balmy scent brushed against her nostrils; Krystal shuddered while her body eased. Each drawn-out breath nuzzled her tightening chest: her tail swayed through the air.

They headed up two flights of stairs.
Miyu in front and Krystal in the back across from her.
Running her hand on the frigid railing, Krystal lowered her head and covered her outstretched smile with her wavering hand while her cheeks burned.

Am I sick?

"C'mon slowpoke." Miyu stopped on the top of the stairs, halfway facing her.

"Sorry," Krystal whispered and nodded. She jogged up the stairs to meet with her.

"Be warned, it's piss water." Miyu's lopsided smile dimpled her cheek. "But, lucky for you, I know the good stuff." They stepped towards the round counter bar, but Miyu stopped while Krystal stumbled into her. She raised her pointer in the air. "Not allergic to sweet stuff?"

"No?"

"Do you like it?" Miyu paced forward and Krystal trailed behind.

"Yes."

"Awesome, ever had a Wallbanger?"

Krystal shook her head.

"Oh, you'll love it." Miyu sat on the stool and Krystal joined beside her. She faced the cheetah bartender, who sat in his seat and read a datapad while he sipped a steaming drink. "Hey, Vic, two Wallbanger with a twist. Light ice this time."

Vic peeked from his datapad, he nudged his head towards an overhead display that read closed.

"C'mon, be a pal." Miyu set her hands on her red shirt beneath the tan button coat. "You're breaking my heart." She jutted her quivering lip out while her eyes glisten from the moister.

Crooking his upper lip and flashing his fangs, Vic's eyes narrowed.

Miyu dipped her head down while she scrunched up her shoulders to compress her breast: her tail flicked as its fur bristled. "It's rude to turn a lady away." Her eyes withered, she faux a lewd smile.

Vic peeked over them, his eyes fixated on something before he faced them.
He typed on the datapad.
Rapping his fingers.
He flipped it over.

Krystal squinted her eyes as she read the text.

She shows me her is and I will.

Vic's eyes studied Krystal's body.

Miyu leaned in and whispered, "Are you fucking serious?" She sat back in her seat and glimpsed in the area that Vic did. "I swear..." She shook her head and sighed.

Vic's eyes slid towards Krystal's. He twirled his mustache before he typed again and revealed the text.

Do i or sop wasing my ime.

Vic's eyes narrowed while a sardonic, toothy grin creased his lips.

"Fuck no, I'll do it, but she stays out." Miyu's muzzle furrowed, brows came together, and a low growl slipped out of her clasped lips.

His chin wilted while his lips dipped. He stared at her unfazed, typing down more text and showing them.

Real ones.

Vic raised a brow.

Krystal blinked, she tilted her head to the side before she stared at Miyu.
"What does that me-"

Miyu spoke through her clenched teeth, "Fuck you." Heavy drawn-out breaths seeped from her flaring nostrils while she crossed her arms.

Vic waved his finger through the air and grinned. He typed and showed them:

Or, me you, bahroom. hiry minues.

"Ten and I pay." Miyu huffed and faced away.

Vic scratched the side of his upper lip. He raised a brow, starring aloft in that same corner. He shrugged before he pointed his lax finger over towards the bathrooms behind him.

"This won't be long." Miyu faked a smile and half-hearted a wave.

Krystal jolted when Vic took a picture of her.

"You're fucking disgusting."

Vic shrugged.

What is going on? Krystal set her palms on her lap as she watched the two walk away.
Perplexed with the peculiar events, her mind wondered, failing to piece it together.
Her brows creased her forehead, she swiveled in her seat to observe the outside.
Minutes went by as her thoughts roved. She fixated on the dead grass, the shade of his fur. She spoke under her breath, "Will he be mad?" Her ears flatten and tail curled.
A distraught, drowning dread surged through her tense body.
Her stomach contorted when his cruel, cynical voice cried through her crippled mind.
Each nerve-wracking idea manifested, cannibalizing and degrading her heaven.
His devilish glare, fangs ready to strike, cornering her like a helpless animal.
Raising his fist up in the air like a Sharpclaw about to club her.
The ill conjuring of his lies while he feigned his sorrow.
"I'm keeping you safe, okay?" He'd say.
"Keep close to me, okay?" He'd say.
"I love you, okay?" the fucker say.

Krystal covered her eyes with her wavering palm, blistering tears welled on the edge of her shut eyes. She wiped them away with her fingers.
She inhaled, held it within her searing chest, and exhaled a cleansing sigh.
The creak of the door caught her attention.

Miyu stepped out of the bathroom, her expression bleak and lifeless before she approached the bar with a feckless smile and wilted eyes. she half-heartedly thumbed up and sat beside Krystal.

Vic slipped into the bar's counter and leaned below before he mixed his concoction.

They sat there for a moment, neither spoke a word.

"How long are you here?" Miyu rested her crossed arms on the counter while she leaned forward and dipped her head between her shoulders. Her glossy, pained eyes met with Krystal's.

"Are you okay?"

"Don't worry." Miyu shut her eyes, smiled, and waved her hand. "Anyway, how long do you have?"

"Until I finish training." Krystal glanced at Miyu's flicking tail.

"What counts as finished?"

Krystal pondered for a moment. "Ughh...flying, shooting, winning?"

"So passing the simulator?"

"Yes!"

The corner of Miyu's pleasant smile dimpled her cheek.
"Bet you'll pass within a jiffy."

"Jiffy?"

"It means..." Miyu paused. "Someone as beautiful and sweet like you, won't have any issues." She lifted her head and winked.

"What does beautify do with skill?"

Miyu's head collapsed as she sighed. "Well...beauty is deadly?"

Silence.

"You're a tough cookie." Miyu posture straighten.

"Tough cookie?" Krystal's brows raised.

Miyu stammered while she scratched the side of her rosy cheeks as her eyes scurried away. "You're strong and sweet."
She shut her eyes, an awkward, breathy laugh escaped from her hanging mouth, and she rubbed the back of her neck.
Her flushed, fluffy face evoked a keen, fluttering bolt of fervent, pleasant giddiness through Krystal's sweaty body.

Vic peeked at the two before Miyu's warm expression twisted while she hissed at him.

"I'm strong?" Krystal lowered her head, her hair covered her sagging eyes.
Her mouth hung half open until Miyu rested her paw on Krystal's shoulder and patted her.

Miyu removed her arm and thumbed Krystal up, nodding and winking.

Krystal's meek smile pressed against her cheeks before she peeked through the strands of her hair while her eyes locked with Miyu's: she fidgeted in her seat and played with her sweaty hands, both lost in each other's gazes, a teeming, teetering torrent of joy tip-toed throughout her body as her thoughts traveled through the pleasant fog that bloomed when her fluttering, light heart and shallow breaths hasten. "T-thank you." She did a light bow with her head.

"Aww, don't thank me." Miyu fanned her hand through the air while she shut her eyes.
"You're just so beau-"

Vic set the drinks on the table.

Miyu froze, she slued her head towards Vic, keeping her pleasant, warm expression.
"Be a deary and..." Her blissful expression twisted into malice while she leaned forward, and her face shrouded when her head blocked out the light.
"Fuck off, piss ant."

No response.

"Do it." She flicked her sharp claws out of her right hand. "Or I'll rip your throat out."

Vic rolled his eyes before he lifted the counter's flap door and slunk away.

"Now, where were we?" Miyu's cheerful expression returned.

"Why those two short?" Krystal stared at the trimmed claws on Miyu's hand before she crossed her arms and leaned on them.

"Reasons." Miyu's ears slanted, she nudged the tall glass to Krystal with her left.
"Anyway, drink."

Krystal stared at her for a moment, she lifted the chilled glass and whiffed in the zesty mix. Its acute, peculiar smell assaulted her crinkling nose.
She watched Miyu sip hers before Krystal pressed the rim of the glass against her lips and edged the orange frigid towards them.
Sloshing the strong fruity taste within her cheeks.
She paused, eyes rounding and ears perking.
She swallowed the bitter, blistering fluid.
Gagging and heaving.
She shuddered.

What is this!

Her eyes settled on the glass before she stared at Miyu, who drank with ease.

Is this a passage?

"Something wrong?"

"It taste strange." Krystal crooked the side of her lip down.

"What! Hold on." Miyu's fur bristled and eyes rounded, she snatched the cup.
She rested her nose above it and sniffed it before she placed the edge of her tongue in it.
She leaned back with one arm crossed and the other rested on its wrist, cupping her hand on her rotating chin.
"Do you feel dizzy?"

Krystal shook her head.

"What's wrong with it?" Miyu's brows parted.

"Bitter and burns."

Miyu stared at her, the side of her crooked mouth hanged while her eyes slanted; she chuckled as the side of her lips pressed against her cheek for a moment.
"Have you drank before?"

"Drank?"

"Alcohol."

Krystal tilted her head to the side.

"Drunk, intoxicated, wasted?"

No reply.

Miyu stared at Krystal with a blank expression.

Krystal averted her gaze, eyes trailing towards the ground, she rested her palm on her blistering cheek and curled her tail.
Miyu's stoic stare pierced and rived her heart while her gut churned.

"I'm sorry."

"Eh?" Krystal's head jolted back as her eyes rounded and her lips receded.
A pricking, searing apprehension surged through her body.
Miyu's dejected stare clutched Krystal's sinking heart.

"Guess you're really not from here." Miyu's eyes wilted before they scurried away.

Wait, am I doing something wrong?

Cold sweat ambled down the side of Krystal's furrowed, throbbing forehead.

"How..." Miyu paused, her mouth hung open. "Old...are you?"

Krystal blinked, collecting her thoughts from the question. "Why?"

"Wondering."

Krystal pressed the side of her finger against the bottom of her lip.
"Twenty."

"Oh thank Lylat." Miyu sighed and wiped her palm against her forehead.
She playfully laughed before they ebbed into faint chuckles. "I thought you're sixteen for a sec." She whispered, "Would've been so fucked."

"Sixteen?"

"Ah, ugh!" Miyu's fur stood up as her ears perked. She set her wavering hand over her mouth for a moment before she removed it. "I didn't mean like that." Sweat trickled down her forehead, passing her twitching brows. "I ugh, shit! Since you can't drink." She raised her splayed palms in the air. "I just thought you were..." Her head plummeted between her shoulders. "Young..." She swiveled in her seat, facing her back towards Krystal.

"What is wrong?"

No response.

"You okay?"

No reply.

"Miyu?"

"I'm good, don't sweat it." She pivoted in her seat, setting herself forward and toothily smiling while she shuts her eyes. "See? Nothing to worry about." She waved her hand down through the air. "Everything is dandy, yup. HaHaHahahahaha..." She clasped her wavering lips as her ears slanted back.

Krystal stared at Miyu, flabbergasted and perplexed by her actions.

"So, ugh...hmm." Miyu averted her gaze before she pressed her shaking glass against her lips, leaned her head back, and chugged the liquid down while the crippling, awkward silence nagged at the moment.
Her eyes skirted side to side: refusing to meet with Krystal's.
She slammed the glass down and trembled.
Her flushed cheeks bright.
She froze in place.
Lost in thought.
Speechless.

She sighed, rummaging through her mind for an answer that never came.
She fidgeted in her seat, moving her mouth but the words never came.
She scrunched up and waited for comfort that never came.

Silence.

Krystal eyes locked with Miyu for a second before they both disengaged their gaze.
Her lips dipped while the warm, fluttering daze clouded her mind.
Her ears pinned back, she lapped her tail over her legs.

"I made it weird, didn't I?" Miyu leaned her head forward, rubbing the back of her neck.

"N-no, it is cute."

"Cute?" Miyu raised a brow, her wilting eyes lighten up.

"Yes, you are cute."

"Really?" Miyu's half-smile tickled Krystal's heart. "No way."

"Yes."

Miyu's slowly blinked, her squinted eyes met with Krystal's,
"You lying."

"Nope." Searching through her eyes, Krystal's posture eased, her long-drawn-out breaths gathered Miyu's zesty aroma; it lit a spark in her pounding, longing heart.
"You are nice to be around."

"Y'know what I think of you?" Miyu rested her elbow on the table and cradled her head in her palm.

"What?"

"I think you're adorable, lovely, and really sweet." Miyu paused, her mouth hung half open.
"You're also..." She gulped. "Hot."

Krystal tilted her head to the side. "I don't feel hot?"

Miyu chuckled. "It means I like you." Her outstretched smile sent a harmonious sensation through Krystal's body.

Krystal smiled too, her cheeks burned while they pressed into them.
"I like you too."

What is this? I feel so...strange. Am I happy?

Miyu froze: speechless.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No." Miyu shook her head.
"Do you mean that in..."
She tripped over her words.
Her rapid breaths seeped from her wavering lips.
She lifted herself upright, moving her mouth in search of an answer.
Sighing, she shut her eyes and collected herself before her beaming, comforting gaze met with Krystal's: her saccharine, soothing voice carried out.
"You...love me?"

Is this love? Am...I?

Krystal words nestled in her throat as her wayward mind flooded with questions.
The blissful, blossoming bliss mended his bitter, bashing words that raked her mind.
Her breaths rapid and searing, chest tightening and stomach contorting, she shut her eyes.

Heart skipping. Mind hushed from the serenity. Her words flew.

"I love you."

"