On the next day Death, upon seeing his hurrying chief in the common room, cheerfully started:
"Good morning, bo-," and was snatched by the arm mid sentence and dragged off to the bathroom in front of his astonished colleagues. The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Without saying a word Life grabbed him by the collar and pulled down, pressing to the sink, kissing harshly and deeply, barely letting him breathe. In a couple of minutes he moved a bit away, fiercely looking down at Death. Their usual height difference (Life was barely up to his shoulder) didn't play any role now, as Death was leaning on his elbows near the sink, trying to catch his breath.
"YOU!" growled Life, slightly shaking him by the shirt on every word spoken. "DON'T. EVER. DO THIS. TO ME. AGAIN."
"No promises," Death looked up at him, still dazed a bit, but with audacity and confidence in his eyes.
"ARRRGGGHH," Life released him and straightened up. "You," he said in an imperative tone, "will come to my apartment tonight," he turned away from him and added over the shoulder, "bring your toothbrush," and left.
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LOVE LETTERS - AMOLAD Mafia AU
RomanceWhat would you do if a love of your life did't believe the words you speak, huh? My undying gratitude to my editor @marblenatsu (on Insta)! The original story "A Matter of Life and Death" belongs to The Snipster.
