"I hate you, I despise you... but I love you"
"Dissimulate" to hide your real thoughts, feelings, or intentions.
Scaramouche also known as the Balladeer.
La Executioner, Y/n.
Both despise each others guts due to past experiences with one another...
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"Of course"
I hear her whisper under her breath kissing my lips lightly that it took my breath away. She cups my cheek before deepening the kiss while playing with my hair, tugging it lightly from time to time. The feeling was pleasurable. My once cold body is turning hot. I felt every inch of my body get hot at her appearance, how she touched me, how she made me feel. These foreign feelings... Are unknown to me. My hands moved up and down her waist before it rested on her thigh, caressing it, having the need to touch her skin. Feeling something lick my bottom lip, I open my mouth accepting her tongue invading my insides. Our tongues touches, tasting each other oh so deliciously.
We part, panting heavily as we stare at each other. I felt my face burn a hundred degrees at her figure. Her cheeks flushed lightly still staring at me with that playful expression of hers. A bubble of confusion soon rises my chest after she tensed up in my lap. Quirking my brow I ask, "What's wrong?". Snapping out of her daze, face reddening even more as if realizing something. "Something's poking me... I think your 'friend' has something to do with it" she says followed by a chuckle. Confused, I looked down. A quiet gasp escapes my lips after I saw that it was hard. Hard enough to poke her thigh. Noticing my shock, she gently grabs my chin making me look up towards her. "Do you know how to handle these kinds of situation?" she asks tilting her head. Biting my inner cheek, I shake my head. Seeing her sigh, she kisses my jaw.
"Guess I have to help you then"
What did she mean by help?
Standing up from my lap before looking down at me. God her body looked beautiful. All of her looked beautiful at this moment. She continues her movements by wearing her robes not minding my staring. Moving her head to the side she looks back with a smile. "Meet me at your chambers" walking away before her figure disappears from my sight. I blink unsure if I should follow her or stay. Looking back at my situation, I poked it. I bit my lip slightly before any noise comes out of my throat. Turning back to where she walked off, I gulp before grabbing my robes walking to my chambers like she said.
With heavy footsteps before stopping in front of the door. Hesitant, I continue to stare before gathering the courage to slowly sliding it open. I feel my breath get stuck to my throat at the sight. Laying in bed, sheets draped over her lower figure. Wearing her robes, almost showing her breast. My heart races at the way her eyes lands on me, examining me like I was her prey. I felt weak, so vulnerable yet I enjoyed it in some way.
"Come here" she says motioning for me to come towards her. Slowly stepping towards her, nervousness beginning to rise in my chest. Hearing my heart beat in my ears. I gulp my anxiety down as soon as I was in her arms, on her bare chest since her robes were slipping off of her shoulders. My breath hitched as I felt her pepper kisses on my head before cupping my face and kiss my forehead. I felt warm, butterflies fluttering and bursting in my stomach at the sweet gesture.
