Flame

Chapter 18

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I let her leave first. I then closed the door behind us and started walking together to her house.

It was a five minute journey. She unlocks her dark blue front door before entering. She allows me to enter to I bring myself inside.

She closes the door behind her and sets her keys on a table near the door "Make yourself at home." she said.

I turn to face her, following that with a smile "Thanks, but I don't I'll b-"

I was cut off as she thrusted forward and kissed me. She grabbed biceps before pulling away "Sorry, that was rude of me."

I let out a giggle before pulling her back to my lips as we kissed some more. As we were kissing, she licked my lips. I blushed hard as I gently opened my mouth, keeping the kiss. She then stuck her tongue into my mouth, intertwining it with mine. And soon enough, we were both moaning our hearts out.

I barely knew anything about River, as she knew little about me, yet we were already making out right by her front door.

Our eyes closed as our tastes got stuck in our mouth, her grip on my biceps tightening as my hands grab her waist. I pull her closer to me so her tongue goes further into my mouth. It felt so good.

None of us wanted to separate. I wish we never had to but a knock was then heard at the door. She quickly pulled away from me and turned 180 degrees to face the door. I moved away from sight so I wasn't seen.

The door opened "Hello, Mrs-"

"Who the fuck were you kissing?!"

"That's none of your concern."

"Was it a girl?"

"Why's that important?"

"I said before; if you love girls then I'll have no remorse to call the owner of these houses and get you thrown out."

"You're not my mum."

"No and I'm glad I'm not. I bet she's disappointed in you."

I then heard the door slam. I ran out to the hallway to see River on the verge to tears. I rushed over to her and held her in my arms "Shh, it's okay." I said as I brushed my hand over her tear-filled cheek.

She just cried. But I don't blame her. Supernatural or not, we still feel human emotion like we were regular humans.

I then kissed her other cheek and gently started wiping away her tears with my thumb. She soon started to calm down before giving me a hug and thanking me.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Just Karen Mitchell," she said "But our small neighbourhood has to call her Mrs Mitchell or she'll have no problem in trying to throw us out of these houses. She's homophobic; I had to pretend I was straight so I could live here. She's racist; she doesn't accept any black people to live in this small neighbourhood. And she's sexist; she tends to blame males for the mistreatment of females. Though is true, it's not always the case in today's society. So she believes women can get away with everything when men can't."

"Fucking hell," I replied "She's a bitch."

"Use the right terminology; she's a Karen."

We both laughed before walking over to her floral themed living room. We both sat on the same rose sofa and just talked. She understood why I killed her parents and I guess that make out session was probably her thanking me.