Spencer Charnas One Shots

Bonus XIX. Picnic [DoaD pt. 3]

I sat the blanket up and brought out the picnic basket. Spencer had earlier mentioned he knew where my house was because of Chelsie. It was sort of strange, but then again, I can see why he kept up with her. A demon in the human world. Nothing makes sense.

I was snapped out of my mind by the sound of leaves crunching. I looked around to Spencer standing in the grass next to the path. "Hey," he lead with. I just nodded my head towards him and sat up candles. I also brought a radio so we could put in a romantic CD. It may have been overkill, but part of me wanted to see his reaction.

I sat down on the blanket and invited him to sit next to me by patting the blanket. He slowly walked over and sat down. I pulled out a bowl of fruit and some sandwiches. I also brought wine and a cutting board to set the wine glasses on. Spencer seemed intrigued by what I was doing. After I poured two glasses, I took a sip and began to unwrap my sandwich from the plastic wrap.

"So, why're we having a picnic at midnight?" he spoke up after taking a melon from the fruit bowl.

"It's peaceful. We don't have to worry about people hearing us. Or seeing us," I said calmly. Spencer chuckled,

"Oh right, like what's gonna happen?" I admit, I giggled at his comment. I followed it up by sipping on my wine. "No seriously. I like the idea. It's quiet."

It was a while before he spoke up again, "Anything you wanna ask?"

"Do you love Nadia?"

"Wh- What?"

"Do you?" I looked at him.

"Well,  of course! I'd been with her for years. But I've told you the reason," Spencer said with a sarcastic tone. I sighed and looked down.

"But what happens when they want kids to take the throne after us? And what about feeling guilty about kissing you?" I paused to feel my face heat up. "What if I accidentally touch your horns at some point; and vise versa?" After talking with Chelsie, I learned that demon horns are highly sensitive. And not painful, either. The having kids part was less severe, for some unknown reason.

"We'll figure it out when it comes to that. I've been hiding this whole time. I can teach you the ways. We don't even have to act like a couple. We could say it's for PDA reasons. My parents do that sometimes. I'll teach you how to handle it," Spencer pleaded. "I know, I know you are skeptical. And Chels told me you would be. But she just told me to watch you for a while. I got to know the type of person you are. A day in the human realm is like a week in the demon realm. So you have about one and a half more days to decide."

I stayed silent for a minute, taking it all in. I didn't realize I downed my glass before I was aware of my surroundings and went to take another drink. I poured another glass and soon laid down on my back. Spencer joined.

"Do you guys have stars?" I chirped. I looked over at the man lying on the ground.

"Well, kinda. Stars are still big balls of gas to us, but they're always moving. And not like Earth's stars. They constantly move. It's like watching a bunch of meteorites on loop. We have to keep a magical barrier around our floating island because of them. When one hits, it'll only cause a small 'earthquake' in your language. But it's still very beautiful." he explained.

"What color are the skies?"

"A beautiful, subtle red and orange. Not bright, and there's no sun, but the color pops up more during meteorite season."

"Oh." I sat on this thought for a while. I guess one thing wouldn't be too much different. But my whole world was going to change. I asked another question on my mind, "When do you go to the demon realm?"

Spencer sighed, "I don't go as much as I should. I don't have a reason to. It's not like I have another life there. Here I have a bunch of fans and a loving fiancé. There I have a tiresome job of ruling a kingdom with my family always putting more and more stress on me."

"So if you had a wife to come home to, you'd stay more?" I asked, sounding as genuine as I could. He took the gist and sighed again, sitting up. I sat up after him and moved closer, putting my hand on his knee.

"Maybe. I could spend weeks there and just act like I'm on a small trip. Go offline for a while and classify it as mental breaks. I've had to fake breakdowns sometimes just to get people to listen to me that I need alone time. That's why I'm not in a lot of videos or TikToks outside of concerts." I waited for him to finish and finally nodded, taking my hand off his leg. Though once I did, he took my hand. There was that flaming feeling again. But it didn't hurt this time.

I locked my fingers with his and we sat like that in the almost silence for a while. Before I knew it, I saw the sun peeking out from behind the mountains. I looked to Spencer and he looked back at me. "We've been here all night."

"Yeah, I guess we have." Spencer looked down at our hands and slowly retracted his. I stretched my hand and then my whole body as we laughed together. He stood and soon helped me stand up and we both got things packed back into the picnic basket. Spencer helped me take it inside and I let him use the bathroom.

When he came out, he had water marks on his shirt. "Oh, is there no more paper towels? I'm so sorry, I forgot to pick some more up!" I tried to make it better.

"No no, you're good. You're still mad at me, remember?" he asked. I could tell only half of him was joking.

"No, I'm not. I understand how hard it is. Ny parents pushed me to be the perfect child and I was under so much stress. So I get it. I'm not mad," I told him while smiling. He mirrored my smile.

"I hope you decide before the ceremony." Spencer walked to the door and said, plainly. I let out a soft scoff playfully. He reach for the doorknob and I walked over, putting my hand on his. I felt those flames again and I knew I had to do something.

I leaned up towards him and pressed my lips to his. I half expected him to push me away the second I leaned in, but he kissed me back. I pushed my back against the door and he got the memo. Spencer immediately pushed his tongue against my mouth and I let him dominate me. The more pressure he put on my mouth, the more I realized he tasted like blood. It wasn't like normal blood you just lick off a small wound, it was sweeter and had more of a sugary taste. You could still taste the blood though. Like how the author can still taste coffee with a bunch of creamer and fucking hates coffee.

One of Spencer's hands grabbed both of mine and locked them above my head. His other hand gripped gently on my side, only causing the slightest amount of pain. I was beginning to melt under him. My insides were coming undone. But before I knew it, he stopped.

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