T.D.D.U.P.

💀Chapter 6💀

After thirty minutes Lark had shrank in the corner, his knees tightly pressed against his chest and he starred at the bed. He gulped again.
An endless river of thoughts started flooding his mind.

What if she wasn't wearing anything under? What if he couldn't help himself and try something? What if she woke up when he was on top of her? What if he saw what he wasn't supposed to see?! what if...whatif....WHAT IFFFF?

"Moh!" he cried scratching his head furiously in anguish, "How useless can I be?" he began, scolding himself, "You've killed dozens, committed fraud, arson, blown up buildings, ended lives and broken hearts, not to mention you're a wanted criminal in twelve different countries," he boasted, "But you can't take off a sweater from your crushes sleeping body..." he pouted frustrated at his sudden shyness. It was the first time he had ever gotten like this. He didn't mind it but he wasn't liking it either.

He dared to look at Zi again, his bottom lip quivering as he trembled in the corner.
It was different when Zi touched him, she did it, not him! She made him feel helpless and weak. He was totally at her mercy when they locked eyes. Never had he met a girl who stood in his presence with such confidence. The confidence to destroy world leaders, nature's and his will to fight. His body was hers to command.
But now.... she was at his mercy. He didn't enjoy this one bit.

He crept over to the bed like a mouse and poked his head over the beds edge.
Zi was humming quietly as air escaped her slightly parted lips. Lark took a huge gulp as he resisted the urge to steal a little kiss.

The urge was huge, to say the least. He clung to the bed for dear life, His heart was suddenly pounding, sweat pouring from his head as he reached over the bed to Zi to pull off her sweater.

'Its just a sweater, just a sweater, just a sweaterthegirlyouhavebeendyingforhasbeenwearingforoverseveralhourswhichherbodyhasbeenpreciouslyplacedin ... Haha,' he thought. A pool of drool began to form under his mouth. He was loosing this battle, the temptation was becoming too much.

Zi let out a tiny moan as she furrowed her brows turning slightly in discomfort. Lark calmed himself after the tiny display. What was he thinking?! She had to accept him first before he would attempt anything scandalous.

He braced himself and quickly removed her sweater from her body. His finger tips brushed her skin, it felt like butterflies in his tummy. He bit his lip in shame as he turned his head away from his sleeping belle. He was feeling desperately needy, cuddling her would be ok wouldn't it? He climbed into the bed and drew her close "You won't get mad right?" he whispered into her ear as he drifted off to sleep his body in absolute splendor of the sensation of having Zi, wrapped up in his arms.

He was wrong...

"What the hell are you doing in my bed?!" Zi screamed after slapping Lark awake straight across his face. It stung quite a bit but it just fed the masochistic fetish he had discovered within him, it was tantalising even though it hurt like heck!

"Good morning to you too," he said rising from his spot on the bed rubbing his cheek as he pouted. A red hand print glowing on his face a reminder of his wake up call, "I knew you'd be upset but..." he said his eyes filled with hurt, "Did you really have to slap me that hard?" he whined faking his pain as he stared at a flustered and still emotional Zi.

"why are you cuddling me?!" she asked scrambling to the edge of the bed, away from Lark, "What happened to my sweater and you are you shirtless....again?!" she eyed him searching his body for answers. A look of terror and suspicion, plastered on her face, "I swear if you touched me I'll Kill yo-" Lark didn't wait for her to finish. He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her close to him planting a kiss on her cheek before embracing her.

"Don't worry," he chuckled, "I didn't do anything other than cuddle. I promise," he said rubbing her back as she sat there paralyzed in his arms. Lark smiled at her speechlessness pleased to have finally rendered her speechless, but he just couldn't resist the stupidest of urges to be cheeky, "though..it was hard to resist" he said attempting to nibble on Zi's neck.

...This did not happen...

the audacity! the utter gull! Zi's buttons had been pushed alright. She was enraged. Lark had pushed his luck to far. He had awakened the beast.

Zi pushed Lark unto his back, pinning him to the mattress. She was sitting on his chest glaring down at him as though he was a lowly peasant. 'All hell was about to break loose on his head,' was the message he got from her eyes alone as the seemed to turn a crimson red as they drove into his soul.
It was like a dream come true.

"Love," he started, "it's not like I don't like this position or anything," he said as he looked up at her feeling like his heart would fail him. That nervous feeling he had the night before in his stomach felt like a burning pit now, how he wanted the flames to grow, "this is actually top 3 in the infinite list of things I want you to do to me actu-"

"Shut up!" she said coldly pinning his wrists to the bed, "I am not your Love, Angel, or anything of the like," she hissed, "you're just a delusional escapee from an asylum," she sized him up, unable to hide her disgust as her eyes narrowed, "a horny, lewd and disgusting one at that," she said in a condescending tone, one that crushes souls, "I don't care how long you've been following me around you DON'T KNOW ME! You can NEVER know me." she said pushing all her weight down into him tightening her grip around his wrists.

He winced at the sudden pressure, "You and I are not the same. I despise you and nothing is ever going to change that, you annoying, white haired pest," she dug her nails deeper into his flesh drawing blood.

Lark was in cloud nine, he was lapping up every word panting like a dog practically begging for more. He could barely keep his mouth closed.

Each glare that stabbed his heart sent his heart pulsing, he couldn't explain how high he had been taken, this was rapidly becoming an addiction.

'I'm about to die from pleasure,' he thought as he tried to think straight enough to remember how to breathe. Zi's face hovered over his, 'Ahhhh!' he moaned internally, 'I can't take much more of this!' he was rattling the bed from his state of euphoria, 'I'm about to loose my mind!'
He bit down on his lip, trying to stay conscious, preventing his moans from escaping.

"Life doesn't work according to unrealistic fantasies you make up in your head you psychotic idiot. No matter what you do I'll choose death over a lifetime killing with you so leave me the HELL ALONE!" she finished, raising her head like a queen cobra as she unhinged her hands from Lark's wrists.

Without hesitation Lark snapped his wrists to his face and started to gnaw on his fingers unsure of what to do with the state he was in. His breathing was uneven and he could feel his heart pounding against his chest like it would break out of his body. He was babbling like a baby unable to contain his saliva in his mouth.

Zi scoffed, "how did I expect a dog to understand. tch!" She clicked her tongue in annoyance still firmly placed on top of Lark. When she heard a her bat fall to the ground. She snapped her head up to see two people cowering in fear in her doorway lost for words.

"Zi?" they asked in shock, mortified at the sight.

Zi cocked her head like a devil, they could have sworn they saw the smoke ooze from her lips "What are you two doing here?"
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Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I had to cast my phone away for the sake of my exams.😢🙃
Thank you guys so much for reading.

Who do you prefer Lark or Zi? I'd like to know.🥰