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kisses can burn



“miel!”


“miel where are you?” 


“i am her-” her voice was cushioned by a pair of soft lips. miel tried pushing him away but the physical strength she lacked was the one in which he was packed. having no option left, she made him feel a twinge of the power she felt inside. 


too stunned to have his lips feel as if they were on fire, lucian pulled away.


“what was that?” 


“who are you?” 


“did you just-” he ran his tongue over his lower lip, “burn me?”


“why did you touch me with your lips!” too naive a fairy human who knew not that there was a word as kiss.


“you were about to answer her. i had to stop you.” was his calm reply.


“with your lips?” the butterfly long forgotten, miel stood up and put her hands on her hips. 


“i am not sure if you can see or not but i am pretty sure you wouldn't have preferred my hands, hothead.”


unable to grasp his words, miel looked at his hands to see them covered in mud. cringing, she took a glance at her own sundress, the frills baked with dirt.

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