SCARLETT. fear street (1994, 1978, 1666 )

two. whoremongers

THE GIRL could still feel the warmth of him, a tingle of pleasure dancing in her as she briefly closed her eyes and remembered what had happened. She'd only woken up, and she'd been trying to push the thoughts out of her mind.

In addition to that, Natsuko's head was splitting. She would have rolled over for more sleep except for one thing. There was someone beside her.

When she cracked open one eye, she got her first shock. Sitting up in the bed she scanned the body quickly, nervousness pitting up in her stomach.

The girl immediately looks at the window, tension being released just a bit when she notices that the windows were covered by the curtains. It was still quite dark outside, so it couldn't have been past five.

"Issac!" she whispers, even though she was the only person in the house, and shakes the boy awake. Her clothes weren't anywhere to be seen, and the mere cloth covered her body. This was bad, completely irresponsible. A dalliance in her house ... the woods was okay, but they must have been too drunk and ended up here. "Issac, wake up this instant!"

The boy blinked softly, and Natsuko knew that he was still adjusting to the headache, but he needed to get up and leave. She prayed to god that Mad Thomas was still asleep in his hut because if he wasn't, they would both be dead.

But when he seemed to get a grip on reality and realize where he was, Isaac let out a soft curse.

Natsuko sighed loudly, grabbing his clothes that scattered around the room and began throwing them to him. "You mustn't be here. Curse those berries."

"I'll never take Lizzie's word again," Isaac mumbled, dressing with the same clothes he wore last night. Natsuko had run over towards her closet, grabbing a nightgown and quickly putting it on, before she ran back towards the room where she left Isaac.

"I'll see you later, but for now you must leave." The girl ushered, fixing his hair so it wouldn't look like she'd been threading her hands through them all night. "My head is pounding..."

"Mine is, as well." Isaac smiled, leaning closer to her. "Could there be finer symptoms? Is not pounding headaches the very essence of love? Or have you loved me less?"

"If I loved you less..." Natsuko wanted to kiss him, but he needed to leave. "I might be able to talk about it more."

As his hand unconsciously made its way onto her waist, she gives up and presses her soft lips onto his, the taste of wine still in there. "Last night..." she whispered once again, taking his hand in hers. "I felt out of touch with my mind, body, and soul because they no longer belonged to me... they were yours."

Isaac grinned, his thumb swiping gently along her cheekbone and the girl leans into his hand instinctively. "My heart is yours as well."

The back door had suddenly slammed open, and for a single moment, Natsuko could feel her heart drop. If someone found out, she would be hanged.

"Told you to keep your affairs hidden."

The girl let out a sigh of relief, glancing behind at Christopher who shut the door tight. He looked less amused, though— probably because their number rule was no dalliance at the house.

"Thank the heavens it's only you." Natsuko breathed, glancing at Isaac for a second. The boy grinned at Chris since the two of them were on good terms.

"Thank the heavens he hasn't come out yet," Chris hissed, looking unamused. "Thomas is awake and talking, saying something about Sarah Fier and Hannah Miller. You best believe he would say things about you and Isaac when he walks away, clothes ruffled. It would take no genius to know what happened."