Shadow but whenever he walks by me he has to turn and watch. He's a perv and I know it- he likes what he sees, almost like he's eying some sort of forbidden treasure.
The minute we're alone with each other in the dead of the night he starts using the shadows to his advantage to tease me. In bed? He's feeling me up and squeezing whatever he can grab, calling me cute and claiming the fact I'd try to conceal any noise I make adorable yet futile--and then he's sticking his fingers in my mouth and whispering the most nastiest shit to me just to watch me squirm around.
I think he's an asshole, but I love it. I love it and he knows it. He'd probably degrade me in the most humiliating way possible-
It's a very slow day at the castle. There isn't much going on in the hallways, no meetings taking place whatsoever. I'm in the library trying to find a book on how to enhance the effects of a red potion since, in my opinion, they don't replenish health enough to my likings. Book after book, it took me 20 minutes to find what I was looking for.
The moment I step out of the library, I just so happen to run into Blue--and boy was he fuming.
We stared at each other for a moment. I could only imagine what could've happened to put him in this bad of a mood. Before I can even ask, he's grabbing my wrist and dragging me away. I try to get through to him by saying his name a few times--once at a regular volume, twice with more of a small yell to it--but they fall upon deaf ears. I'm getting annoyed by how ignorant and rude he's being, especially since he was distracting me from my original tasks.
We finally stop and I'm ready to chew him out.
That scolding never comes.
He pushed me against the nearest wall, completely out of eyesight of anyone passing by, and silenced me without any hesitation. Blue's lips were warm against my own, a little chapped, but that wasn't important. What was important was the way he pressed our chests together, barely leaving any space between us while his calloused hands found their place on my hips and gave a rough squeeze. He's trying not to growl, but the look on his face said a thousand words for him. It'd be rude of me to ignore a hero's plea for help. He hoisted me up, holding me up by my thighs while the kiss becomes borderline bruising. Damn it, I dropped my book.
I nip at his mouth, a warning of sorts.
He noticed.
He ignored it.
I didn't know what was worse--the fact our breaths were mixing and getting hotter as the kiss deepened, or the fact Blue started grinding himself into me.
He tasted like cinnamon, surprisingly. I'll have to ask what he had later, because I don't think I'll be given the chance to speak again after this.
Yeah, I think it's safe to say I was correct--our little encounter was moved to the bedroom. His excuses were stupid; "I don't want someone to see us." "The bed is more comfortable." "There's nothing more to this, got that?"
