I swallowed nervously as I stared with narrowed eyes at the reaper's determined gaze. He had untied the charcoal grey sash and tied my hands together above my head with my left hand by my right elbow and vise versa covering them from wrist to elbow. Undertaker was kneeling above my thighs keeping my legs trapped under his weight. He has his arms crossed as he looked down at me. He had wrestled me out of the robe I had on, so now I was just in a black tank top and a pair of baggy blue jeans.

"Don't worry, lovely. I won't bite too hard!~" The maniac grin on his face did nothing to reassure me as he giggled over his choice of words. I tugged at my restrains, but the reaper had tied them very well. I couldn't even budge my arms at all, so I pulled them down over my head to look like I was crossing them. I raised an eyebrow at him as his smile widened.

"Poor choice of words, Undertaker. I thought you were a grim reaper, not a vampire. I don't need you sucking my blood! Now get off me! It's cold in here!" I shivered as I complained to the mad man. The mortician made the silly face with his mouth in the shape of an 'o', and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. I wanted to stay mad at him, but he makes it very hard.

"I don't waaaaant to. You are just sooooooo comfy I could stay here aaaaall day!" His head shakes causing his silver locks to catch the fading light coming from the window as he lazily spoke, dragging out the vowels with some of the words. The face he was making had transformed into a mischievous boyish grin.

I glare at the man when he doesn't move, and I try to wiggle my way out from under him. Just as I was making progress, a set if hands clampdown on my hips to still my movements. My gaze flys to his face, but Undertaker had his head bowed with the fringe covering my view. I warily watched the reaper as I tried to squirm away.

"Stop moving, kitten, or I just might not be able to control myself." His almost throaty tone froze me in my tracks. His head slowly lifted causing my eyes to meet his. The heated look in that gaze almost made me forget about the cold air in the room. I shivered and broke out in goosebumps as that insufferable smirk worked its way back on his lips.

"Oh! You are cold, love!" He exclaimed with a worried voice. Undertaker flicked the buttons on his robe open as he leaned over me. The cloth and his hair almost completely covered both of us. With little distance between us, I could feel my body rapidly warming. His hands flexed on my hips before he tightened his grip again.

"Don't worry, kitten! I'll warm you up!~ We don't want you getting sick now, do we?~" The reaper closed the distance between our lips with a devious glint in his chartreuse eyes.

I had to bide my time I knew he would let his guard down eventually. I only put up a token resistance as his tongue traced my lips before sliding inside. The wet muscle danced a wicked waltz with mine as I relaxed my body on the bed. One of the reaper's hands left my hip and trailed up my frame to gently cup the back of my neck. I could feel the other one play with the hem of the tank top as I shuddered in his grasp.

I shivered as I felt his nails graze my skin when those slender fingers rubbed circles just under my hair line. The reaper used his hand to tilt my head to the side so he could deepen the kiss, and his weight settled over me trapping my arms between his chest and mine. I started to loose my resolve to stay silent as the mortician gently massage the muscles on the back of my neck as he broke the kiss. I could feel my face heat up as I heard that dark chuckle coming from the man above me.

"Why won't you tell me, lovely? You must've thought of a reeeeeeally good one to make your eyes sparkle like they did…" Undertaker purred in my ear as he pressed kisses all over my face. The dangerous edge from when I first met him was back in his voice. Just hearing it sent my heart racing in excitement. Being with the reaper like was like playing with fire. It was so beautiful to see, but it had the potential to harm you if you weren't careful.

"No, you made me mad with that little stunt you pulled earlier, and no amount of sweet talking will get you out of it." I narrowed my eyes at him with a huff. It was an empty threat, and I had a feeling he knew it. I was trying so hard not to cave into the warm caresses and soft spoken words, but I was fighting a losing battle.

"Mad? Over a little mark?" The mortician pulled back to sit up and he peered at me through his bangs. After a moment of observing me, the manic bursts into giggles as he held his stomach. My eyes went wide with shock as the unexpected laughter, but I could feel my anger rising. Glaring at the man, I swiftly sat up and managed to reach a handful of silver hair with my bound hands.

Twisting my prize around my hand, I yanked on his hair causing a yelp and I felt his slide slightly off my legs.. Following the momentum, I twisted the two of us on the bed. In a flurry of silver and black, I ended up straddling the reaper's waist. I glared down at the shocked man with his hair wrapped tightly around my hand.

"It's not funny!" I exclaimed as I gave a harsh tug to the lock of hair in my grasp. "I was moved at the trust you put in me, and I wanted to come up with a good name! Then you had to go and make a game out of it. And what was that with the bite? Normally I don't mind your quirky sense of humor, but you need to realize that you can push me too far! You…you ma-" my words were cut off by a pair of lips.

Undertaker had pulled me down with one hand and wrapped his other hand around the hair I held captive. I was knocked off balance from the change in position, and I ended up sprawled over the man. As he pulled back, my arms were freed and I placed them on his chest to push myself off. An arm wrapped around me keeping me pinned to the mortician's torso. I wasn't through yelling at him, but as I tried to start my rant again, a finger was placed on my lips.

"I'm sorry, kitten. I didn't mean to upset you, even though you look adorable when you're angry,~" he cackled when he said this rubbing my back with his hand. My anger just fled from my body, but I was still slightly miffed at the man. The reaper deflated a bit as he saw my expression. He brought my hand that was still gripping his hair to his mouth, and gave it a kiss on the knuckles.

"You're right, I shouldn't have pushed you like that. I just couldn't help myself, love." Undertaker cupped my cheek as he gazed at me. "I don't know what it is, but there is something about you that makes me lose control. I am a very possessive man, and I don't want to scare you. Sometimes I just act without thinking when it comes to you."

I sighed as stared at the mortician. He was obviously trying so hard, and I knew there were be hiccups along the way if I stayed with this man. I leaned into the hand on my face as I fully relaxed. I got a wide smile as he pulled my face closer to rub noses with me.

"Well, lovely? Do you forgive me?" He whispered against my lips. With an inner eye roll, I pecked his lips as I nodded. The breath was knocked out of me as he tightly hugged me to his chest. My head ended up in the crook of his neck as he rubbed his cheek against the top of my head. I was able to wiggle in a comfortable spot in his iron grip as I waited for him to finish cuddling me.

"Now, kitten. What name did you pick out for me?" Oh, boy…here we go again…

A.N.- I know. I'm nothing but a tease.