"So…" He said, turning around and leaned against the sink. "Any takers or do we just…"
Mikoto heard the words, doing her best to keep a calm façade wrapped around the growing emotions of a young woman. CRAP...am i...do I? have to be FIRS...PLEASE NOT ME OOOHH...a long, long breath of relief left her lungs.
(You heard them… Little Misaka snarled, time for a snack. She giggled, straight from the tap… This will be great. She rubbed her hands together, as drool spilled from her mouth.)
"Sylvia's just walking over…" Her voice faded, "I can't believe she's… Is Anastasia?"
(Nope… Looks like… Oh! Little Misaka arched her brow. Maybeeee... Maybeeee?)
Maybe what? Mikoto asked, watching Sylvia walk right over, cupped his cheek and (oh shit… A kiss… She kissed him!)
Mikoto suddenly blushed, "it is… Is…ththat…nnnormal... Is it even legal? Some sort of foul?"
(Little Misaka's eyes thinned, as she nodded her head. This isn't a game. Give something get something. Equivalent exchange. She said. We're going to kiss a boy! She laughed hard, her body shaking with excitement. I mean… Anastasia is awesome, Emelia and the others are great…bbut a male with his shirt off, warm, hard, soft all at once. He's right… He's a smorgasbord. His smell, heart beating, blood pumping…aaahhhh!? She grabbed her head and screamed, Mikoto!)
"What!" Mikoto growled, hearing her avatars rant taking over her thoughts.
(It's our first opposite attracts male kiss! Little Misaka dropped to her knees.)
"Huh?" She hit a wall. "What?" Mikoto couldn't breathe. "How?" She saw Sylvia kiss him again. "First…kkisss?" She stammered, her fingers slowly curled, "my… My… First… With a bboy?!" She swallowed hard, "whwhy is she reaching for his belt?" She said softly, her words trembling in her throat.
On the outside, Mikoto still looked calm. Her expression a little trouble but still compared to her inside. She was calm, maintaining her composure as Sylvia like a lover, dressed herself over him.
"Why isn't Anastasia doing something?... Sylvia's supposed to be… And Anastasia's the Queen so why didn't she go first…" Mikoto slowly drew a breath into her lungs and held it. "mmaybee…" Mikoto quickly reviewed the last few moments.
He rinsed his hair… No wait… He said he was immune. Nope too far back. He dried his hair, turned around and leaned against the sink and said, any takers or do we just… and Sylvia walked over, Anastasia right next to him didn't make a move. She seemed unfazed.
"Look at me… Anastasia… Let me in… I don't know..." Her voice waned, "whwhat to do… Do I?" Mikoto pleaded in Queen speak.
(Yes… We do. Little Misaki quickly nodded her head. He offered… We'll take. We're a vampire. That's what we do. Anastasia knows this. Period. This is our chance to say hey! Anastasia, if you're not letting us in then hell yeah! … We're biting. She quickly growled. What are those? Little Misaki asked.)
Sylvia took something out of a small compartment on his utility belt. They looked like small red square packets.
"Raviolis?"
(Italian Food? Little Misaki cocked her head, "fried maybe obviously not boiled. I mean, who carries around boiled pasta… We certainly don't. For sure. Though pasta with a nice red sauce. Yeah, I'm game. And how about you, Mikoto?) Mikoto nodded. (Great… When we get back home… She slowly drew her arm across her mouth wiping away the drool.)
"Did you see that? Mikoto gasped, her color change?"
(Crap! What happened? Little Misaka's eyes popped, "did she just flushed a creamy white?)
"mmm hmmm" Mikoto furrowed her brow,
(Ohhhh little Misaka sighed, as her shoulders sank, a little short on the… You know… She slowly shook her head)
"but I thought…"
(NoNoNo! So… Hey Emelia's next.)
"Don't worry…" Emelia's voice was a million miles away, lost in the haze of Mikoto's worried thoughts.
Mikoto, "i rreally don't know if I can…" Seeing Emelia walk over to Ronan. A long emotionless smirk on Mikoto's face thinking of Emelia's expression. She remembered practicing the look, getting caught by Anastasia. Anastasia doing the look.(WOOOW! i remember that...little Misaka blushed.)
She exhaled a slow breath and her worries weighing her down. "Why isn't she letting me in… I don't know… I've never done this." She took another deep breath, closing her eyes. (I'm right here… Little Misaki said, I always am. So, don't worry. She sounded like an adult. She was like that. She could be rambunctious foolish and even brutal in her descriptions but then there are moments like this speaking with a nice level adult tone. A voice that seem to say I've got you don't worry. Look she's done and walking over… Oh crap! A sudden burst of immaturity… That look… That change is from his blood… Those packets… Those beautiful raviolis are his blood. Snacks to go. Little Misaka fell on her back. I can handle this… Really… I can! She shouted rolling over and over along the ground)
Mikoto looked down at the raviolis lying like undiscovered treasure in Emelia's palm. A dark crimson packet, the light sparkling like a diamond. Mikoto swallowed, putting on her best determined look. "Those are yours." She said.
Mikoto tipped her head, gently smiled, "I've got this."
She nodded her head, with all the strength she could muster,
She slapped her cheeks, raised her head, glared at him. Her heart racing so fast, her body burned. She walked up to him, thinned her eyes, (Time for the big leagues. Little Misaka shouted. Don't worry… I'll be quiet… Just… She nodded, do it… You're the Queen baby!)
The ends of Mikoto's mouth curved into a smirk, "I am… Aren't I."
Ronan cocked his head, looking at Mikoto. She lifted her head, looking up at him. The look of determination, the thinned eyes barely hiding her worry.
"He is tall… Taller than… No no… Don't think about it."
"Mikoto…" He said with a smile. "Ronan. She answered.
"First things first…" He said.
She knitted her brow, left side of her mouth twitched. He didn't say anything to Sylvia or Emily running the words through her mind. Does he think I'll screwed up? A soft growl tickled her throat.
"Go on…" She said, her right eye twitched.
"Remember… You have body armor on. It's an inch-thick. From your neck to your ankles."
She nodded.
"So, no matter where I touch… No matter where I grab." He said, motioning with his head to the sink filled with water, "don't…" He said, tapping his chest, "I can survive your bite… But I will probably not survive electricity and water. So…"
She closed her eyes, interrupted him, "understood." She said, trying to hide her rising blush. "I've got this." She said, sneaking a quick glimpse at Anastasia.
She didn't respond, keeping her head down, eyes closed and her arms over her chest. "Let me in." Mikoto Queen spoke. Anastasia didn't answer. "I'm doing this…" She Queen spoke again, "so… You better…" Her chest sank as she huffed, "Anastasia… Please let me in…" Her voice trembled.
"Ready.?" Ronan asked, "fine…" Mikoto raised her head.
Ronan slowly bent over. "Don't bother…" Mikoto said, like a gymnast on the parallel bars, she put her hands on his shoulder, pulled herself up, taking her left hand off his shoulder, grabbed the back of his neck, readied herself to bite. "Please… Please let me do this right…" She murmured, (we will)
Mikoto gradually opened her mouth dropped over the side of his neck. Her heart galloping, her body heat rising. She could sense his artery throbbing as her fangs shortened and despite her anguished, it was simple.
Her body knew what to do, letting her mouth close, the sharp points of her fangs pierced his skin. His blood flowed into her mouth and over her tongue. Her body lit up like fire, a strange powerful warmth pulsed through her body as she'd taken her first taste.
She'd try to compare it to the first time. She and Anastasia shared their blood together. It happened so suddenly, she'd rushed through it in a fever but now… She'd had too much time to think about it… and all of the worry was for nothing.
With each strike of her heart, he poured into her, the blood so hot she thought she'd burn with him. But suddenly the sensual tasting sin that poured into her, slowed to a dribble and stopped. Her eyes flickered, then thinned. She pushed herself tighter, sucking harder, raised her legs, wrapped them around his midsection, placing one leg over the other, she locked her ankles and squeezed. She sensed his breathing slowly driven from his lungs as a small hiss escaped his nose and mouth.
"Am I doing it wrong." She sucked harder, her left hand placed on the opposite side of his neck, forced him to her mouth, like a vise as her head buried deeper into his neck. "Why…" She worried.
"Mikoto…" He tensed. She overlooked, her satiated eyes turning redder, her breathing quickened, becoming shallow. "Why can't I?"
"Mikoto Misaka." She felt his throat move as he swallowed.
He brought his hand up her back, underneath her hair to the nape of her neck. Her skin and body tingled as his fingers slipped over her wet sensitive skin. She quickly inhaled, drawing herself tight. The smell of his and hers perspiration lingered with his blood was exhilarating, dangerous, it was nothing like drinking from a glass or blending it with her meal. This was an epiphany. This was something beyond what she'd expected. She'd…..Her mouth filled with her own saliva becoming wetter. The anticipation for more pulled.
"Mikoto…" He said. "I really don't want to… Anastasia let go of my arm." He said firmly. "It's okay". Anastasia said quietly, blew her breath across his face, sweeping a few strands of Mikoto's hair, whirling around.
Mikoto's nose quivered, her breathing steadied, her eyes dropped a little redness.
"I can't…" She said, not even thinking of taking her mouth from his neck. Her fangs still in his throat, her tongue tapping his skin, hoping to persuade it to flow again.
"Did I make a mistake?" Coming back from somewhere very nice, she anguished. "There's only so much you can take…" He said, letting out a sigh. She felt him smile. "Really"? She answered in disbelief, her eyelids popping up, "but I thought…" thinking of the vampire movies and the stories she'd been told.
"I'd be dead if four vampires fed off me."
"hmmm…" She sounded somewhat disheartened, melancholy even. She certainly didn't consider the repercussions to Ronan. "In the small compartment…" He started to say and then Mikoto remembered.
Sylvia and Emily had taken something from his utility belt, those deep red ravioli size packets. That must be it. A light smack, Mikoto raised her head and her fangs slipped out. She angled her head, licked his wounds, smirked with delight as they sizzled and closed.
She easily lowered herself to the floor with a sense of fulfillment and achievement on her first successful bite on someone other than Anastasia, Emelia or the other members of her modest household. An imaginary pat on the back.
She looked like a child grinning mischievously as she, without asking, reached into his utility belt, pulled out three packets of the dark red raviolis.
"Thanks" she said without looking, checking out the packets like candy. She tilted her head back and forth looking at three precious red packets and with the other hand, reached over picked one, popped it into her mouth and chewed.
The same feelings, the charge of endorphins, the guilty pleasure rolled over her body like a tidal surge, "It's his". She said, nodding her head.
The rush of adrenaline sent her pulse pounding, the burning sensation flooded through her veins. She stared as the packets disappeared as she closed her hand and brought it to her chest. Her eyes half close, gratified as she blushed, and then quickly glanced at him surprised, overlooking something.
But Ronan had his head turned talking to Anastasia. She was next.
They kissed him… So, she… She quickly nodded, clearing her throat, clenched her hand tight, she should too…you don't get anything for free…
Without asking again, noticing he was not paying attention. She rose on the tips of her boots, "a quick one" she thought, closed her eyes, raised her chin, puckered her mouth to kiss him on the cheek.
She heard him say something, "Mikoto are you…"
She opened her eyes just as she felt the delicate brush of his mouth, the hard corners of his lips, the electricity of the kiss.
"aaarrrrrrhhhhh!?" her eyes burst, as she turned beet red, disappearing quickly away, "sssssorry… I just… Needed to… I can't believe I just kissed a boy…" She said. with a nervous embarrassed slight grin, hunching over and giggled.
She quickly backed away, bowing her head over and over. The tip of her tongue slipped across her mouth tasting him.
A long deep excited exhaled, Mikoto bumped into Emelia, "gotcha…" She said, wrapping her in her arms, into her embrace. Mikoto quickly glanced over her shoulder and laughed and either deliberately or unintentionally leaned back against Emelia.
