Ah, I love Fridays! Now I have the whole weekend (and Tuesday) to appease
you, my dears! If you can't guess by the weird intro, this is HealerAriel.
Heh heh. Standing there like an idiot, oh thanks, R_V. You make me feel so
inadequate...
I stared at Rahab. Had I heard him right?
"Mona?" he asked. "Oh, God, I'm moving too fast, aren't I? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed that-"
"Yes."
"What?"
"Yes," I said. "I- I'd love to be your girlfriend." I felt myself blushing crazily. "It's just...I've never...had a boyfriend before."
"No?"
"Uh-uh." I shook my head. Rahab smiled and touched my face.
"Why are your cheeks turning pink?" he asked. "I have seen humans do this quite often."
"People blush when they're feeling shy," I answered, undoubtedly turning a few shades redder. "Among other things."
"And you are feeling shy?"
"Y-yes," I replied. God, I could have kicked myself for getting so gaga over a guy! But...I had to admit that he was one hell of a kisser...and handsome...and romantic...and an intellectual...I metally slapped myself. Didn't work.
"Why?" the vampire asked, once again gently stroking my cheeks.
"Because I'm a silly, lovestruck, teenaged girl," I said honestly. He laughed.
"Even a centuries-old vampire can be silly and lovestruck at times," he assured, his voice in a low purr I'd never heard before from him. He leaned down to kiss me again. And we are so damn jinxed.
"You hypocrite," Raziel accused, leaning on the doorframe (really, I don't know why he does that all the time. It looks cool, though). The two of us whipped around to face him. He was halfway between a scowl and a smirk.
"What are you talking about?" Rahab demanded.
"*You* may seduce her and *I* may not? In fact, you tell me off if I so much as look at her with the slightest hint of desire. And *you* are permitted to shove your tongue down her throat at will? I believe that marks you as a hypocrite, little brother," he concluded, having never raised his voice from the usual tone, just above a whisper.
"I believe Jennifer clearly stated that the only one *not* allowed to make advances toward Mona is...you, Raziel. So technically, I am not breaking any rules, nor am I being hypocritical."
"You've always been the one to find all the subtle loopholes in your favor."
"That's because I'm smarter than you."
"How do you suppose that?"
"I think with my mind rather than my dick," Rahab informed. Raziel nodded.
"Knew you would say that."
"Because it's true for you."
"It's true for every man but you, Rahab. The simple fact is that the penis will always have precedence over the brain."
"And that's why you're an idiot."
"No shit."
How do you like it? Sorry, I had to put in that conversation at the end. I found it funny while I was writing it, so I had to share it with you.
I stared at Rahab. Had I heard him right?
"Mona?" he asked. "Oh, God, I'm moving too fast, aren't I? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed that-"
"Yes."
"What?"
"Yes," I said. "I- I'd love to be your girlfriend." I felt myself blushing crazily. "It's just...I've never...had a boyfriend before."
"No?"
"Uh-uh." I shook my head. Rahab smiled and touched my face.
"Why are your cheeks turning pink?" he asked. "I have seen humans do this quite often."
"People blush when they're feeling shy," I answered, undoubtedly turning a few shades redder. "Among other things."
"And you are feeling shy?"
"Y-yes," I replied. God, I could have kicked myself for getting so gaga over a guy! But...I had to admit that he was one hell of a kisser...and handsome...and romantic...and an intellectual...I metally slapped myself. Didn't work.
"Why?" the vampire asked, once again gently stroking my cheeks.
"Because I'm a silly, lovestruck, teenaged girl," I said honestly. He laughed.
"Even a centuries-old vampire can be silly and lovestruck at times," he assured, his voice in a low purr I'd never heard before from him. He leaned down to kiss me again. And we are so damn jinxed.
"You hypocrite," Raziel accused, leaning on the doorframe (really, I don't know why he does that all the time. It looks cool, though). The two of us whipped around to face him. He was halfway between a scowl and a smirk.
"What are you talking about?" Rahab demanded.
"*You* may seduce her and *I* may not? In fact, you tell me off if I so much as look at her with the slightest hint of desire. And *you* are permitted to shove your tongue down her throat at will? I believe that marks you as a hypocrite, little brother," he concluded, having never raised his voice from the usual tone, just above a whisper.
"I believe Jennifer clearly stated that the only one *not* allowed to make advances toward Mona is...you, Raziel. So technically, I am not breaking any rules, nor am I being hypocritical."
"You've always been the one to find all the subtle loopholes in your favor."
"That's because I'm smarter than you."
"How do you suppose that?"
"I think with my mind rather than my dick," Rahab informed. Raziel nodded.
"Knew you would say that."
"Because it's true for you."
"It's true for every man but you, Rahab. The simple fact is that the penis will always have precedence over the brain."
"And that's why you're an idiot."
"No shit."
How do you like it? Sorry, I had to put in that conversation at the end. I found it funny while I was writing it, so I had to share it with you.