A/N: Thank you so much to Hollow Earth and Zeldaaddiction for the reviews! This chapter is sort of a filler chapter, to be honest. But there is some delicious spiciness in it~ :) I am uploading the rest of the chapters I already have done today and tomorrow! Thanks for reading!

As soon as Leslie turned the corner I felt Ghirahim's lips trail over my neck. With a sigh I asked him, "Must you do that?"

Ghirahim smiled against my neck, hands wrapping around my waist, "It's in my nature. When I see a woman as fine as you I can't help myself but touch her."

Damn this demon! I felt a rise of blood in my cheeks, "Could you please stop though?"

"Why? According to you, you're trying to keep me from capturing the Spirit Maiden. This is keeping me preoccupied." I felt his fingers ghost over my stomach, sending butterflies to rush through me.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't mean in this way." Don't look at his hands, don't look at his face, and most of all don't pay attention to what he was doing! Ignore him Fallon!

"Oh, but I do, Fallon dear" His tongue flicked over my vein, and that was it.

I pulled myself away from Ghirahim's arms, attempting to placate my heart into its normal rate. When was the last time it had done so? I bit my lip, hoping that the blush would die down before he noticed. "Let's get going."

"Now where would we be going, dear?" His voice held a large amount of mockery, and I knew that if I look his face would hold the same emotion.

"Anywhere." I took a hold of his wrist dragging him behind me until Ghirahim decided to walk besides me.

Ghirahim looked at me quizzically, and I glared at him, "What is it?"

"You know you can't hold me off forever, correct?" His voice lilted, the burning curiosity just underneath the faint calm. "And there is no possible way you can keep me from the Spirit Maiden. I am ten times your strength."

"I somehow doubt that," it came out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Ghirahim pulled me to a stop, "Excuse me?" His eyes were narrowed, nostrils flared in anger, "You believe yourself to be stronger than me?"

I regretted I had ever said anything, but I kept my eyes linked to his. "I believe I can hold my own against you."

In a flash I was on the ground, pinned beneath the pale demon. "If you think so… then try getting me off of you," there was a cruel grin on his face as he held my arms above my head, his knees pressing down on my thighs.

My eyes widened and I struggled to keep a blush down. Nevertheless, I tried to throw the demon lord off of me. He barely budged, a smile growing with each attempt. I wasn't about to give up however, and thought of a different tactic. I paused in my antics for a moment.

Noticing that I had stopped resisting, Ghirahim smirked, "Have you finally given up?"

I allowed a smile to fall on my face as I replied, "Not yet." Before he could say anything else, I brought my head off the ground. Straining my shoulders, I pushed my own lips against his, causing the demon to freeze all movements.

The demon was still on guard, so I decided to push it a little farther. My lips moved against his still ones, until they got a reaction out of them. Something in him changed, and his grip weakened on my wrists. He pushed my head to the ground, grinding our teeth together in the process. Hands found the bottom of my chain mail and started working up, a disappointed sound coming from him when he realized I had another shirt on underneath. My eyes widened, but I still could do nothing as his knees were on my legs. That was until they slipped off so that Ghirahim was sitting on my lap. He was almost hungry in the way he was treating me, and I wanted it to stop. There was no way he was going to pull away, and I didn't want to push him off this way.

With a slight grunt of effort, I pushed so I was on top and then pulled away. I smiled breathlessly, "You're off."

Ghirahim blinked for a moment, stunned, before he laughed.

Ghirahim's P.O.V.

I looked at the woman on top of me, lips bruised from the abuse I had given them but a defiant glint in her eyes. "You're off." I barely heard the words but I blinked. I stared at the state she was in for another moment before laughter bubbles out of me.

Her eyebrows rose and she looked confused, "What is so funny about that?"

The laughter inside me died down and I smirked, "I may be off of you, but it's hardly far from over." My hands attached themselves to her hips (they tend to do things like that often, sneaky things) and I sat up. Fallon made a brief noise before I cut her off, pressing my lips against her warm ones. I felt her try to push me away, but it merely made me want to get closer. I grabbed the back of her head roughly, forcing our lips even closer. My tongue slipped out, asking politely for once for permission. When it was denied, I bit down on her lip, causing her to gasp and for me to sneak right in. Fallon went still and I frowned slightly. It was only so much fun if I only enjoyed it. Running my own tongue against hers gained no reaction, no matter how much I played with it.

With a sigh, my free hand attached to her back, drawing her closer so that our chests touched. That got a reaction out of her. She gasped again, and tried again to push away. Fallon was the one who wanted to play this game in the first place, and so I would play as well. I slowed down the intensity of the kisses, trying desperately to get her to feel this attraction as well. I felt the blush bloom on her cheeks and I pulled away for a moment to look at her again.

Fallon's hair was in greater disarray, falling over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were shut tight and there was water gathering at the corners of them, clinging onto her long eyelashes. Her lips were even more bruised now.

Somewhere deep and hidden inside me, I felt a little guilty. But not enough to stop. My lips skimmed over her face, kissing away the gathering tears. "Why are you crying, my dear?"

Fallon's lips were sealed tight. I'm afraid I may have just frightened her off. But that was a good thing, wasn't it?

"I can only make it better if you tell me." I pulled away, my hands cupping her face.

Her eyes snapped open, and within them was enough fire and brimstone to burn down a castle. I should have expected it by now.

SLAP!