Ablaze

Thirty Three

Ashling's POV

Tonight is Del's Halloween party, and I'm so excited! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, mainly because I love putting on a costume. I focus more on the makeup part of it instead of the outfit, since I'm pretty skilled with makeup, so it's usually a fairly "simple" costume, but the makeup is insane.

I didn't want to go too crazy this year, since Kaen and I are matching. We're just going as a "killer couple". The makeup is going to be bloody around the eyes and the mouth. Of course, mines going to also have some dark eyeshadow and dark lipstick, but we're also going to be wearing red contacts. As far as the outfit goes, we're just wearing all black outfits with black leather jackets. We're gonna look so hot— I can't wait.

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"I can't believe I have a matching costume with my girlfriend."

"Aw, don't sound too excited, now."

He chuckles, "I am excited— it's just something totally new for me. But I'm happy to be doing it, with you." He smiles, "You look so fucking sexy. I'm kind of digging the blood."

"What, are you gonna have a blood kink now, too?"

"Maybe. I do have a knife one."

My eyes widen, "You do?"

"Mhm."

"You've never tried it out on me."

"It's a little more extreme than most things we've done."

Not going to lie, thinking about him playing with a knife on my body is getting me all hot. I've always found knives and swords to be hot, especially when the person holding them is hot themselves... and I bet he looks so fucking good twirling a knife around with his fingers.

"Distracted, much?"

"What?"

"You were staring off into space."

"Oh, sorry."

He walks closer to me, "What were you thinking about?"

"Uhh... nothin'."

"Were you thinking about knife play?"

"Pshh... no."

He smirks, "Are you sure? You weren't thinking about me dragging a knife across your body?" He whispers in my ear.

"Nope. Not at all."

"Does it turn you on? The thought of a knife pressed against your skin by me?"

"N-no..."

I hear something click, then suddenly a blade is met with my eyes. He gently drags it from the bottom of my throat to my chin, tilting my head up.

"How bout' now?"

I gulp at his words; not because I'm scared, but because I'm incredibly turned on right now.

"Guess we found a new toy to play with." He puts the knife down, then backs away from me.

Holy shit, that was so hot.

"Hah, you're such a bad liar."

I throw a pillow at him, "Shut up! Let's go or we're gonna be late."

"It's a party— there's no "being late"."

"Come onnnn."

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