A/N: Whoa. I never thought you guys would get so many reviews in so fast. Like, seriously. 140 reviews in less than two days? You must've REALLY wanted this chapter, huh? Frankly, I was just trying to buy some time to get chapter 13 written. But alas, I am a woman of my word. So here it is.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed! It really was a team effort. Didn't reviewing feel good? I got a bunch of reviews from new people, so that was fun. You guys should do it more often. Because I want to fulfill my promise ASAP, I don't really have time to dig through the mountain of questions for an answer section. And I think that 90% of you guys' questions will be answered this chapter. A lot of you guessed the mystery ship (and a lot of you didn't). Congrats if you got it right. Close your eyes and imagine a plate of cookies. That's what I wish I could give you right now. But I guess an early chapter (like, SUPER early) will have to do.
Lucy Heartfilia was singlehandedly the most frustrating person that Minerva had ever encountered. Which was quite the feat, as Minerva despised ninety nine percent of the people she interacts with on a daily basis. Sometimes it was all the self-sacrificing, "I refuse to use people for sex" bullshit that got under Minerva's skin. Sometimes it was the way that Lucy pined after some kid that was clearly crazy for her. But right now, it was the fact that said boy-toy had just beaten the shit out of the person Minerva hates the least on this god forsaken planet.
She'd been listening to Yukino talk about her stupid crush on Rogue when, speak of the devil, she'd gotten a call from the moody werewolf. After finding out that Sting was in the hospital with a broken nose, Minerva promptly flipped shit. Within twenty minutes, she was already at the hospital and arguing with the damned receptionist that refused to just fucking let her see him. When reason didn't work, Minerva's patience quickly wore thin. She used her illecebra for a bit of extra persuasion. She watched lust take over the receptionist's demeanor, and suddenly the woman was all too eager to accommodate her. Typical.
Minerva had to restrain herself from bursting into Sting's room, which would have made him think that she'd dropped everything and ran after getting Rogue's call. Which she had, but that was solely because she had nothing better to do. Obviously. She calmly opened the door and was greeted with the sight of Sting laying in his hospital bed- and several young nurses flocking him. Minerva ground her teeth in irritation.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting," she growled. "But I was told my foster brother was in critical condition."
The nurses all squeaked and scattered, like rodents scared off by a predator. Minerva rolled her eyes. Humans were so weak, filled with cowardice and an innate need to seek out anything that shines. That's why they were all so attracted to Sting; his Nephilim heritage drew Normals to him like moths to a flame. Or like cattle mindlessly led to the slaughterhouse.
Rogue had been sitting in a chair beside the bed. Minerva gave him a look, and he seemed to know what she wanted. The two of them were like that, both so dark and misunderstood that they saw a spark of themselves in each other. Despite Minerva's begrudging friendship with Yukino and her… arrangement with Sting, it was probably Rogue that best understood the inner workings of her mind. Without a word, Rogue got up and left Minerva to speak with Sting in private.
"Foster brother," Sting repeated sarcastically once they were alone.
"My father took you in as his foster child. Is there a better way to describe our relationship?"
"I don't know, fuck buddies that live under the same roof? Sex friends that grew up together? A succubus and her meal ticket? Take your pick."
"I'll stick with foster brother," Minerva said dryly, crossing her arms. Sting rolled his eyes.
"As you wish, my lady. Is there any reason you're here? Because I know you're not actually concerned about my wellbeing."
"Cut the theatrics," Minerva scowled, clenching her fist. "It was your goddamned mouth that got you here. What were you thinking?"
She looked at him intently, but he didn't answer. Sting only gave her silence, and it filled the room like smoke; it spread out and lingered, working its way into every crevice of the small space. Finally, Sting cleared his throat to speak.
"Dragneel and Heartfilia are good for each other," Sting murmured, not answering her question. "They're idiots, but they're good for each other."
"What does that have to do with anything," Minerva frowned, crossing her arms.
"She made him so soft and gooey that I just wanted to punch him in his stupid face, okay? Couples like that annoy me. Or maybe I was just jealous," he muttered, voice getting quiet. "It must be nice to have someone so crazy about you. Maybe I talked all that shit because I wanted to get my face bashed in. Just so I could feel something."
"Self-pity doesn't suit you," Minerva scowled, turning away. "You know that there are plenty of people who care about you. You have Rogue and Yukino- both of them are worried about your mental health, by the way."
"What about you, Minerva? Are you worried about me? Do you," he paused, sounding uncharacteristically hesitant. "Do you care about me?"
"I don't care about anyone," Minerva lied, ignoring the pang in her gut. "A succubus can't afford distractions."
"How could I have forgotten," Sting murmured humorlessly. "Only we mortal weaklings have feelings."
"Try not to forget again, Angel."
She heard Sting hum at the pet name, which was the closest thing to affection that she ever showed anyone. It was what she'd called him since they first met, and it still managed to slip out when her guard was down. Minerva closed her eyes, focusing on putting her walls back up.
"If you try anything like this again, I will personally put you six feet under."
"Noted," he murmured, and Minerva could feel his eyes on her as she walked out of the room.
Rogue brought Sting back to their dorm around eight, and Minerva and Yukino were already waiting in the kitchen with dinner. Rogue, of course, looked at Yukino like the sun shines out of her ass. Sting joked about how domestic Minerva looked in an apron, and she promptly threatened to break his nose a second time. Afterwards, the two of them went to Minerva's room for her dinner.
Minerva had to practically drag Sting to school the next morning. He complained about his ailing health, claiming he was to weak and tired. Minerva then reminded him that he hadn't been too weak and tired to have sex after he came home from the hospital. His argument wasn't as solid after she pointed that out. Nephilim heal faster than others, so Minerva knew they were all excuses anyways. While most people would need at least two weeks to fully heal, Sting would be good as new in a couple days.
All the guys at school made fun of Sting for getting his ass handed to him, and he was surprisingly good-natured about their teasing. It relieved Minerva, in a way. She knew that Sting was not naturally predisposed to being an uncontrollable mess of angst. His aggression and malice was something she'd accidentally instilled in him; she'd never admit it, but she felt guilty about turning him into anything other than the charismatic ray of sunshine that she's always known he is.
Seeing as Minerva had only been dreading school due to the possibility of her having to destroy someone for being annoying about Sting's fight, her morning was a breeze. The nauseating feeling of anxiety didn't hit her until lunch. It was one of the few days that Lucy ate lunch in the cafeteria, sitting in the corner with her friends. Usually the blonde opted to spend lunch studying in the library, likely because human food did nothing for a succubus. Except make them sick, that is. The only reason Minerva spent most of her lunches in the cafeteria was because Sting blew up her phone when she didn't accompany him. Which was highly troublesome and didn't make her feel special or needed in the least.
The problem, however, was not Lucy's presence in the lunchroom. It was her behavior. She was weird and fidgety, face glowing crimson. The girl practically flipped out when one of her friends tried to touch her. Minerva's eyes narrowed as she watched Lucy squirm around in her seat, looking like she wanted to curl into herself and disappear. Realization hit Minerva like a freight train. Don't tell me she still hasn't fed?
Lucy suddenly left, muttering some sort of hasty apology to her friends or other. Minerva got up without even making any sort of conscious decision to do so. She ignored Sting's confused eyes on her back and made her way to the table Lucy's friends still sat at.
"What's up with Heartfilia? And where's Dragneel," she asked the shapeshifter, knowing that Mirajane was the most likely to give Minerva the time of day.
"Natsu's in lunch detention," Erza growled in response. "Like Sting should be."
"Calm down, Erza," Mira murmured.
"Where did Lucy go," Minerva asked, scowling when Erza only glared at her in response. "It's important. You have to tell me."
Erza hissed while Mira frowned in contemplation. Her bright blue eyes raked over Minerva's demeanor, and it felt like the shapeshifter could see straight through her. Being so hyper analyzed was almost unnerving. Finally, Mirajane sighed and answered her.
"She's heading over to the detention center to give Natsu her lunch. She said something about feeding him."
More like feeding on him. Without a word Minerva went to follow Lucy, heeding her instinct to find her. Something about this whole situation was giving her a bad feeling. Minerva ignored Erza's cry of protest.
"Don't make me regret this," Mira called after her. And Minerva wouldn't.
The hallways were mostly empty, and Minerva was practically jogging to catch up with Lucy. She didn't know why she was almost worried. Lucy feeding on Dragneel would undoubtedly be the best thing for her. But would lizard boy necessarily be the first able-bodied man that Lucy would come across? What if she couldn't control herself and-
I am not worried about this idiot's chastity, Minerva told herself. It would just give succubuses a bad name if she lost control and fucked a teacher in the middle of the hall. That's all. Minerva picked up her speed and ran.
"... should go out some time. I could keep you entertained."
"I don't know," she heard Lucy murmur coquettishly.
"Come on. A girl like you and a guy like me? We could have all sorts of fun."
Minerva rounded the corner and saw Lucy leaning against a wall, some guy's arms caged around her. Ugh, Dan. He'd been persistently badgering Lucy for a date for the last month. Minerva had never seen Lucy act receptive towards his advances (at all). But now? Lucy's body language was all off, docile and inviting in a way that Minerva had only seen the girl act around Dragneel. And this guy's face was too goddamned close.
"I like fun," Lucy whispered flirtatiously. Or, at least, the words came out of Lucy's mouth. But that voice was definitely not her own.
In a flash, Lucy gripped his shirt and whirled them around, pressing him against the wall. She gave a salacious grin before darting below his jaw and running her tongue up his neck. When she lifted her head back up, she gave a little moan.
"Oh, I'm gonna eat you up," she murmured. Holy fuck. Minerva had to stop this.
"Break it up," Minerva growled, surging forward and separating them. "Lucy and I have some business."
"We were in the middle of something-"
"Dan, if you don't leave I will rip your dick off and shove it up to the middle of your rectum," Minerva growled. "Now go."
Dan made a hasty retreat, knowing better than to go up against Minerva. Lucy started to go after him, but Minerva grabbed her arm and yanked her back. She wasn't prepared for the way Lucy lashed out at her and struggled to break free, almost dropping her hand in surprise. But the curses Lucy bit out only strengthened Minerva's resolve. She ground her teeth before shoving Lucy into a nearby janitor's closet.
"What are you doing," Lucy hissed as Minerva locked the door.
"Saving you from a shit ton of regret," Minerva hissed back, digging through her bag. She found what she was looking for and tossed it at Lucy, who only looked at it in confusion.
"A chocolate bar? Minerva, you should know that it won't-"
"Eat it. It'll clear your head."
"But I can't eat-"
"Eat the damned chocolate bar."
Lucy did as she was told, unwrapping the plastic and breaking a piece off. Minerva watched her chew, crossing her arms and leaning against the door. As the minutes passed, the beet-red flush left Lucy's cheeks and her eyes looked less hazy. When Lucy finally looked like herself again, self-awareness seemed to hit.
"Oh my God. What was I thinking? How could I have-"
"You were too hungry to think straight," Minerva interrupted. "It wasn't your fault. I guess, uh, 'You aren't you when you're hungry'."
"Was that… a joke," Lucy asked, aghast. Minerva flushed.
"No, it wasn't," she bit out.
"But that's what they say in the Snickers-"
"Shut up, or I'll kill you."
Lucy went quiet for a moment, still eating the chocolate Minerva gave her. She was back to being the infuriating blonde Minerva had come to know instead of the sexed up vixen that'd almost responded to Dan's flirtation a little too well. But Minerva could see that her eyes were full of questions. And she'd probably have to answer them. Troublesome.
"So, how come the chocolate didn't-"
"Make you sick? Chocolate gives you the same endorphins you get during sex. It's a good way to trick your body into thinking you've fed. You feel better now, right?"
"Much," Lucy affirmed, nodding fervently. "It's the first time I've felt so close to normal."
"You need to abandon what you think 'normal' feels like. You're a succubus now, and you need to act like one," Minerva scolded.
"Again with this? I'm telling you, I-"
"You almost got it on with Dan in the middle of the hallway. And I'm guessing that you'd been on your way to get busy with dragon-boy before that. You don't have this under control, so don't pretend like you do."
Lucy grew quiet, and Minerva knew that she was right. Frankly, Minerva was surprised Lucy had already made it so long without feeding. Her willpower was almost astounding. But willpower alone wasn't enough to sustain anyone, and this was something Lucy need to realize.
"So what do I do," Lucy asked, voice surprisingly feeble. "I have no clue how to go about this."
"I can tell you everything I know," Minerva said. "For a price."
"What is it," Lucy asked warily, voice full of dread.
"You must defer to me as your Lilith."
"My Lilith?"
"A Lilith is-"
"I know what a Lilith is," Lucy interrupted, surprising Minerva. "It's what demons call the alpha female. I just don't know what you being Lilith would mean for me."
"It would mean that I get first pick of everything. Seats in class, the last copy of a library book, and more importantly food. I get first dibs on any boy in the vicinity to feed from. You can't have him until I say so. And if, although I highly doubt it will ever happen, I choose to take a mate then he is off limits to you forever."
Minerva watched the blonde fidget. Honestly, Minerva had no intentions of torturing Lucy with her Lilith status. She just liked power. Minerva's favorite pass time was listing all of the ways that she was superior to everyone else. And being in charge of Layla Heartfilia's daughter? That was one of the biggest power trips she could get.
"And if I didn't want you to be my Lilith anymore," Lucy asked, hesitant. Minerva snorted.
"You'd have to fight me. Literally. And both of us know I'm stronger than you, so I wouldn't think about it. You don't even know how to use your powers."
"It sounds like making a deal with the devil," the blonde scowled. Minerva rolled her eyes.
"Do we have a deal, or not?"
"... Deal."
Minerva took her pocket knife out of her backpack, and almost laughing when she saw Lucy's eyes widen with worry. She took the blade and made a small cut on her finger, doing the same to Lucy. This was the way all demons made promises: An exchange of blood. A more traditional (and archaic) method would've been for each of them to bite each other hard enough to draw blood. But frankly, that option was unappealing and far more painful than a simple agreement should have to be. It didn't necessarily ensure that Lucy would now do Minerva's every bidding, but it would create a sort of pull that would make the blonde not want to displease her. A voice that could easily be ignored, but would always be there as long as Minerva was Lilith.
"Good. My first decree is… you keep clear of Sting. He's mine."
"That's seriously not a problem," Lucy muttered.
"It better not be," Minerva threatened unnecessarily.
"So, can we get to the part where you give me all of your succubus wisdom now?"
"Fine," Minerva huffed, rolling her eyes and taking a seat on an upside-down bucket. "First thing's first, a succubus can die if they go too long without feeding. You don't have to believe me, but that is how your mom bit the dust."
"How long is too long," Lucy asked with a sigh.
"Eight or nine months. A year if you get really creative."
"How do I know when I'm in danger?"
"You're in danger already," Minerva scowled. "You really should've fed twenty times over by now."
"Please answer the question," Lucy sighed.
"It depends on when you turned," Minerva said.
"Turned? You were the one that said succubuses were born," Lucy said, confused.
"They are. But you don't leave the womb with the need to feed off of people's sexual energy. For all intents and purposes, a succubus is completely human until their seventeenth birthday. After that they go through 'The Change'. Sometimes, a succubus will Change early. I changed when I was fifteen. But most of the time, it's the night of their seventeenth birthday."
"You've been like this since you were fifteen," Lucy asked, shocked. "That's crazy."
"My father's an incubus, so I was somewhat prepared. And I had a fairly willing meal sleeping at the end of the hall," Minerva murmured, ignoring Lucy's curious eyes. "So when did you Change?"
"I guess it was back in July," Lucy answered. Minerva scowled.
"I can't believe you've gone five months without feeding," she chastised. "You have until the end of the school year. Tops. Or else you die. No arguments, and no bargaining."
"So my mom," Lucy murmured. "She died because she went a year without…"
"Her death was different. Probably slow. If you feed from a human more than once in a month, you'll kill them. She probably got weaker as the years went on from not feeding enough," Minerva said, trying not to frown at the way Lucy flinched.
"Then why couldn't she- Why couldn't she have just fed from other people and lived? I need her right now, and she's not," Lucy paused, voice faltering. Minerva clenched her jaw, unable to think about anything other than the death of her own mother.
"A succubus can only fall in love once," Minerva explained, voice uncomfortable. "And once they do, they can't feed from anyone else. It won't work."
"What," Lucy gasped. "But that-"
"Makes it impossible for a succubus to survive if they fall in love with a human. That's why love is discouraged. It's one of the only things that can kill us."
"That's- But what if- You can't help falling in love," Lucy stuttered, eyes panicked. "And how often are we supposed to feed anyways? And what if-"
"Slow the hell down, and let me answer one at a time. No, it isn't fair. That's why you don't get cozy with humans in the first place. A succubus should feed about twice a week to stay healthy."
"Twice a week," Lucy gasped, standing up to pace around the small janitor's closet. "I can't- And I can only feed from the same person once a month, and- Oh my God, I can't sleep with that many people. What am I gonna do? There's only one person I-"
"Calm. The. Fuck. Down," Minerva hissed. Lucy stopped in her tracks.
"But Minerva-"
"You can feed from that pink-haired idiot as much as you want, if that's your concern," Minerva said dryly. Lucy's face flushed, but Minerva couldn't help but notice the relief in her eyes.
"I wasn't- We're not. Natsu is just. But-"
"He's an SH," Minerva rolled her eyes, getting to the point. "SH's have vastly more life force than humans. They're laden with it. While the average human can't be fed on more than once a month, a SuperHuman can give you energy multiple times a week- plenty to sustain you. Hell, if you snatch a strong one you could feed every day if you wanted. You might as well eat your little friend, Natsu, up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
"We- we're not-"
"I see the two of you together. It's obvious that you wanna jump each others' bones. Stop denying it," Minerva huffed. "Anyways, my point is that you won't hurt him, Lucy."
"I- I won't? Do you mean it," Lucy asked, face earnest. She could deny it all she wanted, but Minerva knew that Natsu was the only one Lucy wanted to feed from.
"Yeah, I do. As long as it's a SuperHuman, you can be monogamous. No problem."
Lucy sighed in relief, sagging against the wall. The thought of sleeping with so many people had obviously visibly shaken her. Minerva listened to Lucy's heart slow down to a normal pulse, and she thanked whatever powers that be for her apathy. So many mood swings and bouts of anxiety seem like a complete nuisance. Isn't it tiring to feel everything so deeply? Minerva could hardly handle the feelings she harboured for a particular Nephilim. Any more feelings would probably fry her brain. She looked up to catch Lucy staring at her, expression full of suspicion.
"Say, how do you know all this," Lucy wondered aloud, eyes curious. "Have you only been with one person?"
"Of course I've been with multiple people," Minerva lied, expression dangerous. "I'm not weak like you are."
Minerva had been lying through her teeth about how much Sting meant to her for years, and she dared not even think about revealing what lay in the depths of her heart. The only person who'd ever known that she had, ugh, fallen in love was her father. Her almighty father, who had cast her out and sent them to boarding school as soon as Minerva's infatuation became apparent. But somehow, Lucy saw through all the bullshit. The blonde giggled, and the sound was like the tinkering of a bell. Minerva scowled, not appreciate being laughed at. This was, after all, her darkest of secrets. And Heartfilia was laughing like the whole thing was just so fucking adorable.
"Stop laughing!"
"I'm sorry," Lucy chuckled, wiping her eyes. "I just never would've thought that Minerva Orland would have a one and only."
"Neither would anyone else, and I'd like to keep it that way. Actually, we have a second decree from the Lilith now: You will not tell anyone about this. Especially not Angel-brain."
"Sure, sure. We can't have anyone knowing that you love-"
"It's your love life that you should be focusing on," Minerva hissed. "I'm not the one who's on the brink of starvation. Maybe you should be working out a plan to seduce Dragneel. I know he's dense, but-"
"Natsu's my best friend," Lucy protested, cheeks aflame. "I wouldn't want to ruin-"
"Cut the act. You know as well as I do that you spend last period dreaming up ways that you can lure him back to your place and ride him on your couch."
Lucy only made incoherent noises, mouth gaping like a fish. It was almost amusing to watch. Almost. Mostly annoying, though. Minerva could tell she'd hit the nail right on the head, and Heartfilia looked completely floored. Finally, she managed to stammer something.
"I don't- How did you-"
"I got it down to a tee, huh? Nephilim can glimpse at people's mental images. That's their Dexterity. So Sting tells me what everyone's thinking. All the time. Have you actually seen Natsu naked? He says your fantasies are disturbingly vivid."
"They're not fantasies! I've just been hungry because I haven't fed from anyone, and Natsu's the person I'm closest to. That's all," Lucy insisted. Minerva rolled her eyes.
"Look, you can deny it all you want. But there's a reason why you fixate on him and nobody else, and it isn't because you think he has a 'great personality'. At least, that isn't the only reason. Just hurry up and feed off of firebreath. He's probably your best option."
"I can't use him like that. I don't know if you get it, Minerva, but I care about him more than anyone else. He deserves someone better. Someone special-"
"If you don't woman up and fuck him, I will," Minerva threatened, proud of the glint of rage that sparked in Lucy's eyes.
"You. Wouldn't. Dare," Lucy growled, voice ominously low.
"I'm your Lilith, so I'm fairly sure I can do whatever I want."
Without another word, Lucy stood up and grabbed her stuff. Her anger practically radiated off of her, the dark energy almost staggering. Minerva had definitely pressed a button. It was a skill she'd probably picked up from Sting, who had found a way to be both Minerva's reason for breathing and the bane of her existence.
"Thank you for taking time out of your precious day, Lilith," Lucy growled passive-aggressively. "You were almost helpful."
Lucy slammed the door shut on her way out, the sound almost loud enough to make Minerva flinch. The blonde was obviously furious, her territorial instinct flaring. Oh, well. It's not like Minerva had actually meant it. She had no interest in Dragneel whatsoever (no interest in anyone but a particular blond she'd rather not think about, actually).
But if this would be the kick in the ass Heartfilia needed, Minerva could handle a bit of wrath. She was fine with being hated- Lucy was certainly not the first, nor would she be the last person whose bad side Minerva got on. And if Minerva had to be hated a little for Lucy to get the guts to bang flame brain, then so be it.
"That girl is so damned frustrating," Minerva muttered to herself, her only company being the mops and cleaning supplies that surrounded her.
There were several reasons why Minerva couldn't stand Lucy Heartfilia. But perhaps the most prominent ones were the same reasons Minerva hated herself. Maybe Minerva hated Lucy because she also had a dead mother and a vindictive father and an urge to present herself as the proper lady she'd been raised to be. Maybe Minerva hated Lucy because she also was plagued with lust and hunger and carnal thoughts. Or maybe Minerva hated Lucy because she also fell for a boy with sparkling eyes and warm palms and a smile handsome enough to bring Venus to her knees.
A knock on the door roused Minerva from her thoughts. She frowned, wondering why someone would knock on a janitor's closet door. But then she caught her guest's scent. It was like a lemonade stand on a hot summer's day. Or breakfast in bed on a lazy Sunday morning. Minerva could never mistake that scent. It was the way home smelled. She opened the door.
"What brings you to these parts," she murmured. Sting smirked.
"I was about to ask you that. You left without saying anything."
"I got hungry," Minerva lied, noticing the way he flinched in response. "Came here for a quickie."
"You could've told me," he growled, voice filled with jealousy. "I would've fed you."
"But you were so tired this morning," Minerva smirked callously. "I wasn't sure if you could please me."
Sting grit his teeth before turning on his heel. Her boy was so prone to jealousy. Not like she was any different. But some sadistic part of her enjoyed playing this game. She needed to see how much he wanted her, as he was the only person who'd ever made her feel truly desirable. The only person who'd ever treated her like she was of any worth. If she let him know that he was all she ever wanted, that she would literally die without him, he would leave. She knew that her ephemerality was her only allure; the promise of her was worth more than Minerva herself. She needed to uphold this Cat and Mouse illusion in order to keep him in her snare.
"Sting," she called out after him. He paused, not turning around.
"What," he grit out, voice full of venom and desperation.
"I'm still hungry," she lied again, well aware that their rendezvous from the night before had been intense enough to sustain her for a week.
"Then you should've picked someone else to feed you," he quipped back, fists clenching. If only he knew that there was no one else.
"Come here and satisfy me, Angel."
A few terse moments passed, neither moving an inch. And then he was all over her, slanting his mouth over hers and coiling himself around her like a boa constrictor. She could barely breathe around the desperate heat of his mouth. It was like he had a fever- like he was burning for her. This relationship certainly wasn't healthy. For either of them. But this was the all that she had to cling to, and words of cruelty and malice were the only way she knew how to love him.
He pushed her back into the janitor's closet and locked the door behind them, never going more than a moment without his mouth on her skin. They ignored the toll of the bell, hearing the shuffling steps of other students as they were dismissed from lunch. Sting shoved her up against a wall, and times like these were the only moments that Minerva would ever allow another person to bend her body to their will. As their breathing grew heavier and their moans grew louder, the sounds in the hall dissipated and quieted. The final bell for class rang, and this time they didn't even notice it. They ended up skipping that period all together, and the closet door stayed locked.
Stinerva. Who'd'a thunk? Sorry if you ship them with other people (I also like Stingue). But Stinerva and Rokino touch my heart in unspeakable places, so I had to plan it into the story. And I think it fits pretty well in the scheme of things (I have this head canon that Minerva is a total tsundere). I actually converted one of my friends into a Stinerva fan with this very chapter. I'm thinking of writing a Stinerva companion fic to go with this, BTW. But more on that later.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! If y'all left as many reviews for this chapter, that'd be great. But 13 is still in the works (Gruvia fans are gonna love me), so I won't get it posted for at least a week. Maybe two. Remember to hit that 'follow' and 'favorite' button. Maybe throw in a 'follow author' to stay exciting. Until then.
XOXO, Mya.