Chapter 25
[A/N: I hate this Friday. The Fridays where I have to work Saturdays are despicable. I fucking hate them. I hate them to the depths of hell. Now, Skip Beat released, and the near and dear ones to me know that I am dead. I am dead, pale, lifeless, tense, excruciatingly in pain after reading it. I want to go to Japan, stalk Nakamura-Sensei and then get the next chapters out of her. My whole body is disobeying me and telling me to just fuck it all and run to Japan. Uggh.. Don't you just wanna kill people when they give you cliffhangers? And Nakamura-Sensei gave a quite literal one... Ugghh... *Dies*
Ohh.. I should be happy btw, I crossed 500 reviews! ]
She smiled... How simple-minded, she thought.
She assessed her body for a second. She didn't feel hungry tonight. That was a fact she was unfazed by, but it was of vital importance to this mortal asking for permission. That meant she could maybe try and have fun with him tonight. How lovely.
It had been too long since she remembered having fun of this kind, lately all she did was just finish up food quite quickly.
"Of course, My precious..." She leaned in; amazed that he was shocked at her reply.
He really was expecting her to decline. That shock of his made a slight smirk make its way on her lips.
And then, she thought, how fun this would be.
She leaned even more closely, till her breath was touching his lips, and then, ever so slightly, ran her tongue over his lips. They felt deliciously smooth, and she couldn't help but enjoy the taste. This seemed to jerk him out of his initial shock, and he claimed her lips.
If there could ever be a taste that could match ambrosia, it would be her lips. They were just so succulent, so insanely nectarous, that a low growl escaped him involuntarily.