sick for you | (•ө•)

chap. vii

there's another side that you don't know,
i can't wait to get you all alone.
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chapter vii:
my lady,
a woman of perfection.

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once i'm in, there ain't no letting go,
watch me turn your mind into my home.

as the music smoothly plays, he begins the dance simply.

one step, two steps, back and forth and again. as you're inexperienced, to entice the viscount even more, so asmo leads the simply and gentle waltz. it feels so dreamy for you, the mission, the secret party, the dance. you feel as if you would never be in such a party for centuries and infinity.

it feels unreal.

being here, at a party.

"a new experience is so amazing, isn't it ?" he asked, gently spinning you around with elegance as to not fling your glasses out before pulling you back in his arms like a magnet. your eyes travel upwards as you chuckle softly, gripping tightly onto his hands.

"i won't apply that to all of my first experiences".

he giggles and exhales softly, "oopsy-daisy, but look at the bright side. at least we're here". he inhales sharply and stares down at you with lovestruck eyes, squeezing your hand and hip tightly as his lips curves into wicked smile.

"i'm here. isn't that fantastic ?" he whispered, smiling from ear to ear. your gaze travels down as you smile softly, hushing: "yes, more than fantastic..".

he holds in a squeal of joy and spins you around. your heart nearly stopped at the squeed he was spinning you before he stops and extends his right arm as you gently fling out. he lets you stand there as he waltz around you, leaving soft and quick kisses all along your arm.

you feel your breath hitch at his action, it's all too revealing and too much but you can't lie, it feels incredible to be pampered with kisses.

feeling his lips leaving your arm as he presses against your back, he smiles sweetly and easily spins you around like a ballerina. "for an inexperienced dancer, you're flowing along quite well. i'm impressed, sweetheart ~♡" he murmured, holding your hands tightly as if he never wants to let go.

"i'm so happy.." he whispered quietly.

expecting him to keep this warmth and affectionate atmosphere, he instead lets go of you, almost regrettably so, as another man's hand comes over to place itself under yours.

"such a splendid display that was" you look up to stare at aleister, who's staring down at you as he smiles, holding onto your hand and hip except his touch feels evasive; like it's not supposed to be there — he's not supposed to be here.

and his eyes, its focus is not on your eyes.

"such a gentle waltz. i can tell you're new at this. but you mustn't fear as i can teach you the correct way to dance" he whispered, holding onto you tightly so his chest could pressed against your back.