It was just a tiny little kiss. Heated. Not as in passionate, but as in really warm. Belial seemed to heat up even more than his 'normal' temperature. We parted and looked at each other.
"Are they feeling any better?" I asked.
"Hmm..." He touched them, "Nope." He concluded, looking at me slyly and expectantly.
I kissed him again. And again. And again. Starting with little bitty pecks, then moving on. I found his bottom lip to be quite tasty, I must admit. The heat suddenly left me as he pulled away and looked at me. I gave him a questioning look before he leaned forward again. My thoughts went kind of like this:
'Oh gee whiz, where'd that tongue come from? Is it mine? Nope. Ah, there's mine. Wow, it's getting mighty toasty in here. Hmm. Where'd he learn that? Whoo, getting really toasty now. Maybe I should take my clothes off. Yes, I'd like to be naked right now. I hope Belial would like to be naked too. Ow, what was that? Eek, I taste blood, is it mine? Oh...'
I pushed Belial away, screaming, "What the fuck?"
His eyes went wide as he looked at my bleeding bottom lip. He looked as confused as I was. I guessed that he had gotten carried away in the moment... until I saw him quickly cover his mouth with his hand.
"Hey, what was that?" I asked, trying to move his hand. He shook my hand away and mumbled from behind his that it was nothing. I kept trying to get his hand from his mouth, and he kept backing up. The next thing I saw was Belial's feet going over his head as he fell backwards off of the chair.
I rushed over to him and found him in a flustered heap of robes and scrolls, trying to hide his face from me. I grabbed him and pulled him up, getting a squeak when I sat him on the chair. He clasped both hands on his mouth, and I finally ended up sitting on his legs and holding his forearms away from him.
"Belial, just tell me what's going on!"
He shook his head and kept his lips pressed together. I sighed and looked away.
"Don't you trust me?" I said, hurt.
He hung his head, "Of course I do. I just don't want to scare you away."
"It takes a lot to scare me." Okay, so that was a lie, but it sounded like a good thing to say.
He sighed and lifted his head. I watched as he looked around the room, averting my eyes. He focused on a far desk and bared his teeth. It took me a second to figure out what I was supposed to be seeing. Bright shiny white fangs, two on top and two on bottom.
"Um... those weren't there a few minutes ago." I said, quite the observant one.
"Gee, you think?" Belial said, flushing red and trying to hide in his robes. I lifted his head and looked at him.
"I think..." I said, moving his lips to look at them again, "That they are sexy."
He smiled, flashing them for a moment, "Really?"
I kissed him, "Really. Dangerous of course..." I pointed to my slowly clotting lip, "But sexy."
He looked at my lip, "Is it going to be okay?"
"Yeah, in a few days. You'll have to be sure to kiss it better a few times, of course."
"Of course." He said, doing just that.
Afterward we just kind of sat there, contemplating a lot of stuff. Honestly, the fangs popping out of nowhere kind of scared me. But, it didn't make me dislike Belial at all. A question of currently more pressing matters came to mind.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked.
"Sure."
"Does this make us boyfriends now?" I blushed, feeling like a 13 year old girl.
He laughed, "Do you want it to?"
I nodded, "Yes I do."
"Then it does. Congratulations, you are now my boyfriend."
"Yay! What do I win?"
"Another one of these." he said and kissed me.
"Now can I ask you a question?"
"Go for it."
He shifted, "Would you kindly get off of my legs? I can't feel my toes anymore, and would like to be able to walk back to the dormitories."
I blushed and nodded, standing up.
"Thank-you."
He got up and began gathering his things into a neat stack. I went over to my desk and did the same, putting my last quill away as Professor Snape opened the door.
"Detention is over. You may leave."
"Yes professor." we both said, picking up our things and heading out the door.
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FYI: In regards to a question asked, PDA Public Display of Affection.