The Devil - Rewritten

Chapter Three [17+]

CHAPTER THREE: CANDY

If money's the god people worship, I'd rather go worship the devil instead. 
-Jess C Scott

The host led Xavier and Emma into a separate bedroom, one where a giant bed stood out with just the sheets and a single pillow—he was obviously preparing for someone to use it tonight—that had a connecting bathroom and massive, empty closet.

"So, I doubt you're actually going to be done in seven minutes, unless he," Chandler place a hand on Xavier's arm. "Has a micro-penis he's hid from everyone that only lasts eight seconds."

"If you touch me again," Xavier says, hand snapping to the too-hyper boy's wrist. "I'll defenestrate you."

"That means he'll throw you out the window, dumbass." Emma says at his half-confused, half-scared look and was able to watch with amusement as Chandler blanches and jumps away from the Devil.

"I'll leave her and your micro-penis alone now!"

The door shut behind them with Chandler's laughter still echoing in the air. Emma just knew that his small dick-based humor must be compensating for something.

Xavier's overly-smug behavior dropped in an instant but his smirk didn't and he locked the door, giving Emma a thoughtful look as she watched him in confusion.

"I only said that because I knew he'd let us be alone," The Devil says. "I'm not going to pressure, or ask you to do anything."

That was... surprising.

And strangely disappointing.

He still wasn't looking her over, still stayed respectful for the delinquent he was. It was relieving for Emma, who still wasn't used to him, especially not in this context.

Actually finishing this round of Spinning Murder and kissing him, the guy who respected her and her body, the one who didn't pressure her but looked particularly breathtaking and acted so annoying attractive didn't sound like a bad thing.

He was the Devil, so it could be a bad thing but honestly, what's the worse that could happen? So she gulps and says, "I'm... okay with um, doing the game..."

"I have a proposition for you." Xavier says. "You look at me, and I look at you."

"And then?"

"And then," His smirk is wide, feral. "We kiss."

Emma has always been a sucker for bad decisions.

So she steps forward, says "Deal." and starts something she doesn't know if she'd be willing to stop.

His hands hold her waist, bringing their bodies closer as heat ran through Emma. "You're sure?" Xavier asks, bending down so their foreheads are touching, warm breath hitting her lips.

"I don't know how more sure I can get before you get this the fuck over with and kiss me."

The Devil smirks, ignoring any shyness that comes when being intimate with a new person. His fingers tighten, thumbs running over her hips. "This isn't something that should just be 'gotten over with' Princess."

Emma raises an eyebrow, "Why's that?"

"Because," Xavier pauses, biting his lower lip. "I'll enjoy this way too much."

With that he slides one hand up to cup the back of her head, dominating the kiss as he angles her up to kiss him. Emma, of course, didn't mind that one bit.

Her hands fist against the Devil's shirt, pulling them flush together. A shiver of heat is sent down Emma's spine as Xavier's tongue slips between their lips, swiping across her bottom one to ask for entrance.