The Devil - Rewritten

Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT: PUNISH

Only give your moments of heaven to who is willing to hold your hand and walk with you through hell.
Even if they may be the Devil himself.
-JM Storm

Emma Carter is in her room when she gets a text message from the Devil, who demanded, instead of asked for her to call him.

She was tempted to ignore him for a moment, simply due to the fact she could, but ended up brushing off the thought. Turning over in bed to lay on her stomach, Emma turns her phone volume down to call Xavier—who picks up after two rings.

"What?" Is how she decides to answer the phone.

"What do you mean what, don't get fucking mouthy with me." He growls. "Are you choosing to miss all of school today? Or are you just oblivious to the fact it's already third period."

"If it's already third period why are you calling me instead of being in class, Wolf?"

Xavier growls again and Emma smiles to herself. "Don't answer questions with questions, Princess."

"Suck a dick." She sighs out, turning over on her back.

"Nah," Xavier says, and Emma can hear the grin in his voice. "Suck my dick."

"Are you calling me for a dick appointment? Seriously." Realizing her voice is raised a bit, Emma instantly quiets back down and prays Vince doesn't wake up. "You don't even care that I'm not in school."

Quiet for a moment, she can imagine the Wolf boy frowning before he finally answers in a rather small voice. "I do care, Princess, don't think I don't. I'm not calling for that, otherwise I would have just texted you."

She didn't know if she believed that. 

But she didn't feel like arguing.

"You control our fuck schedule anyway." That, admittedly, was true and made Emma flush in resentment of it. "I'm calling because if you don't plan to go to school, and I feel like skipping, we can just hang out. Do something you feel like doing. Clearly if you're not even in the mood to sleep through lessons, I wouldn't think you're in the mood to fuck."

Fucking is what they do, really, with the alone time they have together.

And maybe that wouldn't be bad, or confusing for Emma's emotions, if they also didn't share the time after together. If he didn't take care of her after or never push her for more. If the Devil of all people wasn't such a good guy, Emma could probably understand the things they're doing.

What they're doing is having sex under the pretense of just having sex, no strings attached and keeping it separate for the minimal relationship they have.

Yet as that small, barely existent relationship changed into a real friendship, and that friendship changed into a flirtationship that neither of them would change it being, the line between 'just friends' and 'fuck buddies' quickly blurred.

Both of them felt the shift in how they acted, both during sex and conversation.

The rules were changing, things were undefined and it made for a weird place between the two where definitions of words, the meaning behind actions, weren't clear.

"Hang out?" She pauses, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "You sound like a middle schooler, Zay."

"Shut the fuck up Princess, and decide what you want us to do. I'll be at your window in ten minutes, and that pretty little ass of yours better be decided, and packed when I get there."