Ling Yao- Mooching Prince 2
{Part 2 of my little Ling series! Had immense help from a certain friend **wink wink** you know who you are! But still, FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa-sama! Yue belongs to me though! :3}
I felt like I was in a dream. I, Yue, was actually kissing Ling. I wanted to pinch myself but also didn't want this to end.
I could feel him freeze from our lips connecting together. I still had my form pressed against his slightly, I had to lean up slightly so that I could reach him. The damned idiot was an inch or 2 taller than me.
I pulled back from him, I felt him start to struggle for breath. I needed it too. A few minutes passed with silence with only our ragged breathing filling the room. I looked up at him, his face was a flush pink against the pale flesh of his face. His eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, making him look even more hot.
I pulled back and set back down on my feet.
"Sorry. Don't really know why I did tha-", I started to apologize. But before I could finish, Ling managed to break the grip I had on his arms and turned us around so now I was pinned to the wall.
The bowl fell from his hand and dropped to the ground, spilling all of the candies and cakes on the floor. I felt the blood rush under my skin and into my cheeks. I tried to wriggle free, but he kept his grip firm and brought my wrists up on either side of my face.
He had a sly look to his expression, spelling trouble for me. I gulped nervously, wondering if I would live past this or not.
"L-Ling? What's going on?" He smirked and opened his eyes 'evily' glinting from the moon light.
"Here you call me a thief, yet you're the one who stole a kiss from me. How does that figure eh?", he askes as if he was speaking to a little girl. I could feel the blush in my cheeks turn brighter. Ooooooh, please don't let him see. I'll never hear the end of it!
"Uh... It doesn't?", I askes unsure. He grinned and laughed again.
"Then, I'm going to have to take it back now." His voice changed to the low teasing tone he used earlier. Before I could ask further, his lips were on mine once more and it was much more deep than before.
Of course I didn't argue. I mean, who gets to kiss a prince everday? I sunk in slowly and let things run its course.
One thing I learned; Lings lips tasted sweet.
Like how one would think a candy from Christmas would tatse like. It fit his cheerfulness and friendly side. It just kept you coming for more, just to have that feeling of bliss take over again and again.
Well actually, it's me enjoying it, not you sucker!
But through all of this thinking, he decided I wouldn't pull back and lacked his hands grip. They instead trailed over my arms lightly to my shoulders and treaded down to my sides and rubbed them masterfully. I twitched and shivered lightly and peeled my arms from the wall and made their way around his neck.
His fingers wound their way around my hips and gripped on. I gasped slightly and my mouth opened part-way. It gave him the oppurtunity he was looking for and he swiftly slid his own tongue past my lips. The blush in my face grew even more evident and brighter. My eyes opened up half-lidded, obscured by lust and another realization came to mind.
With his tongue brushing against mine, and exploring my mouth, the sweetness melted into sourness. It was a bright wake-up call to the already paasionate moment. This new sense now showed a new side to him. The more serious and sensitive side of his two-faced personality. My walls of sanity began to crumple beneath his expertise.
I accidentaly let a moan escape from my mouth and it seemed to cause him to push more into the kiss.
Unfortunately, just 'cause it's me, we needed to pull back for air. We held onto eachother as we tried to regain our breath and clear our minds from all that had happened. He still had his hands grazing over my sides, and my arms were still hung around his neck limply.
We looked at eachother through our eyes, hazy with a burning flame in their depths. He glanced down at the floor and chuckled. He lifted his hand up and moved a piece of hair that strayed onto my cheek.
"Heh, now will you share with me?" I thought for a minute and smiled up at him.
I put a hand gently onto his chest and leaned up to his face and took a deep breath.
"Hell no you crazy? They're mine dumbass.", I said bluntly and pushed him away from me. He fell to the floor uncerimoniously onto his backside and looked up confused at me.
"B-b-but?" I winked and started to the window and stepped onto the windowsill.
"Sorry, but you have to be REALLY good in order to share with me, you moocher heh." Ling still looked at me with confusion playing in his black eyes.
That was the last I saw his face before I lept out and back to my room, forgetting even all the snacks scattered about his floor.
And you know what sucks? That never happened.
I dreamt the whole thing. Great, just come and have Lan Fan kill me now.
I stared up at the ceiling beating my forehead and tried to get the annoying blush off of my face.
Well, there's my embarassing and self-scarring dream. How great am I?
Now to find the roof with the highest height to jump from...
{ Don't worry! She only kidding! This little dream only made her even more attracted to him trust me! But how did you guys think? Good ending? Thank you for reading once more!}
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