Ice Cream - Part II of Cake
Ever since Michael kissed Mallory, she tried her best to avoid him, every time she sees him, he gives her this soft smile that makes her blush that she can't help but turn away. Honestly, it was annoying, she didn't know what his motivations are, she can't read him. Well, she can't really look at him long enough to actually read him, her embarrassment wins almost all the time. She remembers his soft lips and the soft moan he let out when they kissed.
Ever since Michael kissed Mallory, whenever they meet, he would smile at her, but she would just look away with a hint of blush on her cheeks. Michael is confused, he doesn't know what to feel, should he be proud that he can make her blush, or should he be annoyed that she is avoiding him. Frustrated, he devised a plan to talk to her alone.
When Mallory was with the other witches, Michael "bumped" into Mallory with a cone of ice cream. While everyone was stunned at what had happened, Michael immediately grabbed Mallory and excused them that he'll help clean the mess on her dress.
Michael dragged Mallory to the bathroom, when Michael locked the door, Mallory finally snapped and slapped Michael when he tried to clean the ice cream stain on her dress.
"What the fuck was that for?" Michael shouted while holding on to his cheek that was starting to ache, for a small girl, Mallory has one heck of a slap.
"And what the fuck is this Michael, first you're angry I got cake on you, then you kissed me, then you kept looking at me with a stupid smile, and now you ruined my dress, what is it the fuck you want Landgon!", Mallory shouted back at him.
Michael grabbed Mallory by the shoulders and pushed her against the closed door, then he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. At first, Mallory tried to push him away, but Michael grabbed her hands to hold her down, then slowly, she stopped fighting back. Michael lets go of her hands and lifted her small form so she could be at the same height as him and Mallory wrapped her legs around his torso for support and her hand was on his hair so she could deeply kiss him.
When both had run out of breath. Michael placed his forehead against Mallory's and looked her straight in her brown eyes. "You,'' he said, then gave her a peck on her lips, "I just want you".
Unknown to the new lovers, the other witches that was with Mallory, was outside the bathroom door, pushing each other trying to listen in on their conversation.
