Water
#51 of the 100 Writing Prompts
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She giggled, playfully swatting his hand away from her face and manoeuvring out from his grasp.

"That tickles…" she whispered. Furiously, she rubbed that spot on her neck that felt open and bare now that his lips were no longer firmly pressed to it. They had to be at dinner soon, though by now he had already made them late again, so there was no time to quickly go wash up. When confident that her neck was clean enough to escape the notice of at least a few of the more unobservant guests downstairs, she concentrated on smoothing out the wrinkles in her long skirt and rearranging the long strand of hair so that it looked somewhat stylishly messy.

"But Juuri, I'm still thirsty…" His head was slowly falling back into the crook between her neck and her shoulder, his hand wandering behind her to hold her around the waist, pulling her closer to him. He wasn't ready for this stolen moment to be over, not just yet, not when he could have more, always more.

"Stop it, Rido." Her voice was still light, cheerful even, though she was quite serious. "We'll be in trouble again…"

He was thoroughly intent on ignoring her protests, however. Lazily, hungrily, his fangs brushed against her skin once more. She was squirming now, eager to be away. His grip on her waist only tightened, he'd spill more if she struggled.

"Rido!" She hissed through her teeth, her eyes flashing in annoyance. It was then that he knew he had gone too far, so he allowed himself to be pushed away under her smooth hands. She glared at him for a moment, but it didn't take long for her eyes to soften once again. He relaxed, not comfortable when she was mad at him.

They made their way down the sweeping staircase and into the larger, much more grand dining hall used when their parents were entertaining important guests. The space between them had grown larger before they entered, though it was impossible to think that they hadn't come in together. Conversation dimmed as Rido pulled out her chair for her before taking his own seat next to her, but it was only for the moment.

He reached for the tall, cylindrical glass of water placed in front of him and took a sip, though; he'd still much rather be drinking something else.


A/N: Cheesy ending is cheesy.

Next Prompt: Fire