This has only Bunbun (because I love writing her, much as I suck at it), Moribana (because she's sweet but can stand up for herself), an EENSY BIT of Rafael (because the story plot needs her) and Lynn (because….well, he's hot? XD) I'm sorry this chapter is so short~ It was mostly written to make Almond Luver and YGOTAS FTW happy XD Enjoy!
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Bunbun frowned up at the clock, which she'd been frequently glancing at since it had last sung its hourly chime. She had to wait till twelve for Moribana to come back from picking peaches, a task Rafael wouldn't let her do ("I'll be soo bored at home alone!" in which she had to remind the shorter girl that she could go out to pick peaches too, an offer that was waved away and scoffed at), and the wait was unthinkably dull. Rafael herself fell asleep an hour after they had woken up at eight o'clock, leaving Bunbun a full two hours without technology, food, pens, and company. It felt like an eternity had drifted by, but it was only ten fourteen.
Reality was cruel.
She sighed and fingered the buttons on her cream white, T-shaped collared shirt. Bunbun could only wish she could have one of those large, chaotic thoughts that helped her think for a few hours without her herself noticing the time drifting by. But all she could think about was the lightly snoring girl next to her and what a beautiful day it was. A great day to go outside and help Moribana pick peaches. She imagined herself outside with the peaches, the smell of them, and the excitement of doing something. Instead she was inside, sitting with a sleeping girl, wishing off the time, bored to death.
Reality was really cruel.
She sighed, walking over to the kitchen to get a drink of water, the same thing she'd been doing every five minutes since an hour ago. It was more of an excuse to stand up and move around. She didn't know why she needed one, or who she was making the excuse to, but that was the only time she let herself stand up. Stretching dramatically, she unbuttoned the first four buttons of her shirt, just enough to let the cool air in the kitchen flood into her shirt. What she got for a reply was a whistle- a sweet, long howl that sounded like it came from the screen window on the left corner of the kitchen. Bunbun whipped around, paranoid and alert, her eyes searching for the owner of the sudden sound. She spilled the water all over herself and into her shirt. Crap.
She whipped around to see those hauntingly dazzling violet eyes -that wouldn't get out of her head- sparkling behind the small square boxes of the screen door.
It was the idiot.
He made a hand motion at her, telling her to come closer.
Bunbun measured the possibilities. She could
ignore him and just be bored the whole day. Or
Just talk to him for a while and then leave.
B, she thought, was better then A. At least he wouldn't be as boring as the figure still sound asleep on the couch, who offered no company at all, unincluding the sound of uneven breathing. She walked up to the door, eyeing him dangerously as if saying: I'm going, but if you screw up, I'll kill you. He just smirked in return. Still quite the idiot.
Once she opened the door, though, she regretted choosing B.
His strong arms wrapped around her in one strong motion, closing up the space between them immediately. She stiffened as his sweet strawberry-chocolate flavored mouth made its way to hers.
"Hello, Princess," he whispered onto her lips, sending shivers up her spine.
"Hi. Get the fuck off me." The coolness in her own voice surprised her.
"Oh, that's what you wan-"
"No." Bunbun gave him her best 'you-better-not-or-else' look, the one that never worked, then steadied herself, cooling off. Lightly raising her small palms up to his shoulders, she pushed him away. He didn't resist. Maybe her 'you-better-not-or-else' look was getting more effective.
Or maybe he had some other twisted, perverted thought in mind.
Surprisingly, though, he just looked up at her with mischievous pools of purple and backed up, hands up in mock surrender.
"What did you think you were doing?" Bunbun sputtered, once detached.
Lynn seemed to stretch, unaffected by the girl's agony. "Simply collecting my reward."
"Reward? What the fu- the hell are you talking about?"
"Remember?" Lynn tapped his chin. "You said you'd rather kiss me. I was merely seeing that my end of the bargain was met."
"I never said that I'd-"
"Ah, ah, ah," he shook a finger. "You said you'd never be my maid and that I didn't need to know your name, ergo, you indirectly agreed to a kiss."
"But that doesn't mean-!"
"Shh," Lynn pressed a finger to her lips. "Please don't spoil the moment..."
Bunbun glared at him, half awed, half annoyed. But as much as she wanted to scream her head off, no sound came out. She stood there dumbfounded as he took a closer look at her. His eyes rested on her wet clothes.
"I know that women have a lot of peculiar habits," the man concluded as he once again drew closer, making Bunbun step back out of instinct, "but I wasn't aware they bathed fully clothed. Isn't that a little inhibiting?"
"You scared the shit out of me," Bunbun said, feeling a little defeated.
Lynn was looking at her curiously, a suppressed half-smirk playing around his eyes.
Bunbun frowned and folded her arms a bit uncomfortably. "What is it?"
"…I'm guessing this is your first time getting called out by a guy."
"Why?"
The man leaned forward. "You look like a wet rat," he said conspiratorially, "but you act like a shy maiden."
"First an orangutan, now a rat? Make up your mind, sheesh!"
He grinned. "'Rat' as in, your completely exposed."
Bunbun glared at him, hurriedly closing up her shirt. Such a perv. "That's not true," she disagreed. "I just have a sense of decorum."
"Fancy words, princess."
Bunbun really hoped that wasn't going to be her new nickname. She decided to change the subject. "I hope you had a pleasant talk with Luke."
"So formal, aren't you?" The man smiled; Bunbun noticed he didn't say anything about his visit. "Come here."
Bunbun peered at Lynn and put a hand over her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun. "Why should I?"
"Because." As if that answered the question.
"No." His eyes were glazed over with a darker purple, the look she guessed he had when he lusted for something, more accurately, Bunbun. That look was dangerous.
Without a warning, a tan hand shot out at her, moving so quickly she didn't have time to react. All she could see was a blur of color and motion, and when she did realize what was happening, he was already pressed up right behind her, his hands snaking its way up to the button of her shirt.
"You know," he said huskily, teasing her neck with his sharp teeth. "When I said you were exposed, I meant the water made your shirt cling to you." Bunbun tried to stifle a moan by clasping her hand on her mouth, but he whisked them away, continuing to nibble on her soft neck. "And it's driving me nuts."
By this time Bunbun was so lost in pleasure; she could hardly make out what he was saying. Her neck, Bunbun realized, was her weak spot. Once his sweet fangs got to them, there was no way out.
In other words, she was officially screwed.
"Mmph…God," she managed to pant out before she started moaning again. Her heart beat furiously against her chest, like a caged wild bird, flapping its wings against silver bars. "Nngh- mn… No…not- don't-…Ah…Lynnnnnnnnnnn…"
He didn't move for a moment, but after a while she could feel his soft lips curving up against her neck, and mentally could see his god like features smirking. "I love it when you make sounds like that."
Pervert. He continued to ravage her neck. "Guh…Ngh… Ly-Lynn… Lynn…"
Funny, she thought to herself dreamily. If someone walked by, they'd think he was a vampire. She cocked her to the right so he could have more space to work. He continued, then seemed to have gotten bored with himself. He started using his tongue.
"AH!" Her legs gave in, losing its power, and she let herself lean against him. She moaned freely, not bothering to contain herself. Completely lost herself in delighted joy.
Until the screen door slammed open, along with a surprised gasp.
The mouth finally left her at peace, and Bunbun realized something was very, very wrong.
"OH GOD, BUNBUN!"
…Reality was cruel.
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Bunbun sat at the end of the couch, as far as she possibly could away from Lynn and Moribana. It was embarrassing enough she had been moaning in front of him. She almost wished the other girl didn't have to see her like that, so exposed, so sex-hungry. She watched haughtily as Moribana glared daggers at the purple eyed, perverted idiot.
"What," Moribana said, murderous rage flooding her voice. "did you think you were doing? Who do you think you are?"
Despite the anger in her voice, the man only offered her a smirk, his eyes dancing. "I thought I was making out with her. And I'm Lynn."
Moribana's face flushed with speechless fury. Bunbun winced, preferring not to look at her calm companion's anger-drugged state. "You-you-"
"I'm," he finished for her with his trademark face expression. "sorry I surprised you, but I can't say it won't happen again." With this, he looked over at Bunbun, no panic in his casual glance. "She tastes rather good."
Despite the situation, Bunbun felt herself turn scarlet.
The oldest girl's temper had reached its highest point. "YOU!" Her voice seemed so shrill and high compared to Lynn's. "WILL STAY AWAY FROM BUNBUN. YOU'RE JUST SEX DRIVEN AND WILD. A RAPIST, A CRIMINAL! YOUNG AND FULL OF YOURSELF, THAT'S WHAT! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOURSELF, YOURSELF, YOURSELF! SHE DESERVES MORE. SHE'S YOUNG AND HOPEFUL. I'M HER SUPERVISOR AS OF HER STAY IN THE ORCHARD, AND I, SPEAKING ON BEHALF OF LUKE AND EVERYONE ELSE, WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO BE ANYWHERE NEAR BUNBUN!"
The whole time Moribana was talking, Lynn just leaned into the couch, watching the ranting girl with thoughtful eyes. He didn't get mad, or annoyed, or irritated. He just stared, taking everything she said in. And if he did feel anything…Well, he sure knew how to hide it.
When she had finished, his purple eyes shifted from Moribana to Bunbun, who was curled up with her head to her knees in the corner of the couch in front of him. He gave her a little nod of acknowledgment, the smirk never faltering. Then he looked back at the oldest girl. "Relax," he said with the voice as dark and cool as the desert night. "I won't throw her away for a long time. Probably not until I've fucked her a million times." With this, he threw a look at Bunbun, who stared at him, speechless. "And knowing her, that won't happen for a good ten years." He looked away. "So don't worry." With this he stood up and gave the poor, speechless Moribana a pat on the shoulder, and walked out the door.
…The nerve. It was fascinating how calm he was.
Moribana stared at Bunbun, disappointed and flabbergasted. "You…you totally let him use you."
Bunbun looked away.
The moment would have stayed like that forever, Moribana staring sadly at Bunbun and Bunbun looking away, had it not been for the interruption.
"HEY BABY!" Rafael jumped in, giving Moribana a nod. "I just met this hottie outside, who'd been coming out from this dorm. You guys didn't happen to have a secret threesome with him, right? Oh, and I brought back our workers. Twelve o'clock! Time flies when you're having fun, right?"
…Reality was so cruel.
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