Mafia (DNF)

Thirty-four

I was very nervous and fiddly on the drive back home. The sky was darkening, and the quiet buzz of the radio wasn't quite enough to fill the silence.

Once we got to the elevator, I couldn't help but look at Dream's broad shoulders and chest. I should be a little bit scared by his threat from earlier today, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit excited as well.

We got inside, and Dream looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to make a move. I felt a little bit evil today, and so I stretched, yawning.

"I'm hungry, can you cook dinner?"

He smiled a bit, amused. "I'm hungry too, but I'd much rather eat you than a lousy dinner."

I blushed hard and fast. "What the hell Dream? How are you not embarrassed saying that?"

He shrugged. "It's the truth." He shrugged off his blazer, and I froze at the sight of his muscular arms in that dress shirt. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and flexed his hands.

"Change your mind?" He teased, smiling. I didn't get a chance to respond, because he grabbed both my wrists and held them to the wall behind me, above my head.

I couldn't speak, staring into his mesmerizing eyes. I watched as he leaned down closer to me, stopping right before he reached my lips. I squirmed at the closeness.

"I've got you right where I want you, but you're gonna have to meet me halfway." He stayed about an inch away from my face, and I breathed heavily, not sure why I couldn't move.

He chuckled. "Not so confident anymore, huh?" He closed the gap, and I practically melted. No matter how many times he kissed me, I still felt butterflies in my stomach and lightheaded.

He put both of my wrists into one of his hands, and took the other to the back of my head. He pressed me to him tighter, forcing my lips open, and oh my god I almost passed out when his tongue met mine.

His chest was pressed tightly against mine, his head tilted down meet my face. His grip tightened on my wrist, and I wriggled them around, hit with the sudden urge to reach up and touch his hair.

He chuckled into the kiss and didn't move an inch, deepening it again with his tongue. I felt my back arch into him even more, it felt so good.

Suddenly, his phone rang. We stopped, and he pulled away, cursing. I let my arms drop, panting and wiping my mouth. I was disappointed, but part of me also thought that I would've passed actually out if he'd gone any further.

He talked into the phone irritably, but then seemed to regain his composure at something the caller said. He tensed up, and my breath calmed down, watching him carefully.

He put the phone down, and massaged the bridge of his nose, sighing.

"What was it?" I asked worriedly.

"The Blade got away last time, right?" He said.

"Yeah," I replied, vaguely remembering him running away with his acquaintance "Wilbur" when I got rescued.

"He's causing more trouble. Are you up for a trip to Canada?"