To My Master I Obliged

Mixed feelings

I had us both leave the bar and rent out an inn. I wanted to continue the conversation in private. We got a one bedroom because it was cheap. It had plain white bedding, wooden bed frame, two navy chairs next to a cream coffee table.

"That whole time you were talking about me?"

"I already said that didn't I?" He rolled his eyes and stared up at the ceiling from the chair.

"Would you just look at me?" He did just that. He looked at me not in a cocky, or annoyed way. He just looked at me. Like he was looking at anything normally.

"What do you want from me." I didn't know what else to say. I was confused to begin with, my feelings were trying to mix with my thoughts. It was going to suffocate me.

Honestly how hard is it to be straightforward? Are you admitting attraction and if so what ways? Is it just overwhelming boredom that makes you want to fuck with people's heads?

"What the fuck are you asking me?" He still didn't seem upset or annoyed. Just like he wanted his point and his words to stand strong, unmoving.

"What do you want from me? What is the point? What's your end goal? How many times are you going to do something like this just to brush it off?" I felt myself getting heated by the last bit. But I wasn't yelling, that would go no where.

Two hot heads yelling back and forth for answers? Recipe for not only disaster, but disappointment.

"And you haven't done the same? You're the one who flat out said you found me attractive but more so without my shirt." Now he was standing, crossing his arms. He was obviously not allowing himself to show any expressions, leaving me trying to guess with his eyes.

I on the other hand was full of expression. He knew. Not only did he know but there was a good chance he remembered every bit of it every time he saw you.

"I didn't think you remembered anything. You  were drinking and reeked of liquor." I turned away. I couldn't look at him not now. Not after he knew.

I was bracing for him to to force my eyes in his direction but he didn't move. He stood there in silence. The tension was cold, you could feel it everywhere but no one wanted to move. Not one of us wanted to risk it.

I hate it.

"I assume you planned to go all the way?" I knew the answer it was Sukuna. Why would he go as far as to get someone to go with him only to not fuck them?

And I want it.

At the same time I have this horrible feeling that it'll lead to something I don't want.

He wasn't answering I wasn't even sure if he was looking at me anymore.

"It's fucking hot in here." I could hear him mumble, barely. It was lighter then a whisper. But because I was so desperate to hear him speak it was noticeable.

I refused to just stand here like a pair of idiots.

•Sukuna's Pov•

I don't think I made a mistake. I only sped up the process of us confronting what we've refused too. She can deal with it however she wants. I know I want to see her in bed. It's all up to her now.

"My fucking god. This is ridiculous." She finally turned back to me. She sounded calmer, as if those few minutes of thinking made her feel better about it. By all means if that's what she needed I could wait forever.

"So all you needed was to analyze it Mm? This is why I tell you to get out more." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Then I laughed just to get rid that feeling of 'fuck off' tension.