Bewitching the Demon ✓ (GxG)

Forty-One

For the next few weeks, Leslie denied the idea of kissing Kara—-this of course upset the demon to no end.

     What the hell was even her goal?, Kara began to ponder. She hated me. I was the enemy to her. …But yet, she still kissed me. Kara exhaled. “Though, to her, that never happened.”

     Kara knew her own memory of the day she had that massive seizure was a bit hazy—-both due to the seizure itself and her brain injury—-but, still, she could remember that kiss very clearly.

    And to Kara, the way Leslie's lips felt on Kara's was the most mystical feeling—-she practically yearned for it again.

     Kara leaned back against the wall, thinking about the way Leslie's kiss tasted—-her heart skipped a beat thinking about that.

     Kara's phone vibrated from its place on the nightstand nearby—-that was enough to snap Kara out of her Leslie-induced daze. She reached for her phone, picking it up.

     On the screen a message from Dylan was displayed—-it read, ‘Don’t forget to tell Grey I said happy birthday'.

     Kara's orange eyes widened as she slid her phone into her pocket. “Oh my god…”

     “What?” Leslie's voice echoed from where she resided in a nearby chair, holding a big, thick book in her hands—-the book looked several centuries old and had most likely not been opened for years until Leslie picked it up.

      Kara exhaled as she turned to face Leslie. “Oh, uh… It's Greyson's second birthday today.”

      Leslie set the book aside as she stood. “Oh? Your son's turning two? What do you plan to do for it?”

     Kara shrugged, deciding to be honest. “I don't know. I mean, it's not like I can go very far from you, can I? Since I ‘belong’ to you, it's like I'm on a leash.”

     Leslie shook her head at that analogy—-she knew it was true, but she hated thinking about that aspect of it. Depressing much?, Leslie thought to herself before sighing. “Look…” Her voice faded off for a brief moment. “Yeah, maybe you're right… But, that kid of yours still deserves to have a good birthday, you know… Even if resources are limited.”

     Kara raised an eyebrow at that. “What are you suggesting?” She crossed her arms, standing up as straight as she could as if that would help her chances with Leslie.

     “I mean…” Leslie stopped for a moment, looking to the ground. I can't meet her gaze, she began to think. Why the hell is that? She's been making my heart race every single time I look at her. Hell, it's even every single time I hear her voice… Her sweet, melodic voice. Fuck. I'm still in love. Dammit. “I could… conjure something up maybe?”

     “You'd do that?” Kara began to question. “What's the catch?”

     “There is none,” Leslie responded. “That little boy deserves something… It's not everyday that you turn two after all.”

     “Alright uh…” Kara stood, thinking on the matter for a moment. “What about a… blue tiger?” She moved closer in Leslie's direction. “He's already got an orange tiger plush… and blue complements it.”

    Leslie looked a little amused. “Complements it, eh?” She sucked in a breath. “I didn't take you as the kind of person to be all over art, Satuman.”

     “Of course I am,” Kara responded quickly, but not hostilely. “Before this whole binding bullshit, I drew all the time.”

     “I bet you did,” Leslie replied. “What kind of things did you draw?”

      “Mostly my own DnD characters,” Kara answered. “I'd have to completely sketch them all out before starting a campaign.” She paused before adding, “I'd have to do the exact same with the characters I'd make up for a LARP.”

     “God, you really are a nerd,” Leslie said, her voice sounding very amused right before she chuckled a little. “A very… adorable nerd at that.”

     Kara's face flushed red for a little bit before she awkwardly asked, “So… Uh… The tiger?”

    “Oh, yeah! Of course,” Leslie said before using magic to conjure up the plush tiger that Kara had requested. She held it out toward the demon.

     Kara reached forward, grabbing it—-her fingers brushing against Leslie's. A chill drifted down Kara's spine when her gaze temporarily met Leslie's scarlet gaze. “Uh… thanks,” she said, sheepishly before turning away from the witch, hoping to collect her thoughts.

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    “Come on, Leslie,” the witch told herself from the kitchen of her dorm. “You're doing great… You didn't fuck it up.” She lowered her voice. “Just think about how grateful Greyson will be when you present this… Think about Kara's reaction.”

     Leslie's gaze remained glued on the oven as she waited, her thoughts bouncing around her mind at a million miles per hour.

     Outside the tower, the sun was already starting to set.

     And finally, Leslie relaxed.

     It's done, she thought to herself as she opened the oven and pulled out the cake she had made.

     The witch set it on the counter and admired her work. “Not bad, Kovacheva… Not bad.” She exhaled. “Now… Now you have to frost it…. Great.” She sighed before trying to finish the cake.

     Almost an hour later, Leslie finished up.

     She peered out of the kitchen to see Greyson already playing with his new tiger plush. She smiled faintly at that.

     “You're here,” Kara's voice echoed.

     “Of course,” Dylan responded. “You think I'd really miss out on my nephew's second birthday? No way in hell.” He paused before saying, “Brought Mycah along with… Hope you don't mind.”

    “That's fine,” Kara said. “And I really can't make decisions for this place… It belongs to Leslie after all.”

    Leslie cleared her throat, loud enough to get Kara's attention.

      “Hm? Need something?” Kara then asked Leslie.

      “I have something actually…” Leslie then picked up the cake and carried it over to the table, sitting it down.

      Kara's amber eyes grew wide upon seeing it. “You made this? For Greyson?”

     Leslie shrugged. “Yeah… It was the least I could do for him.”

     “Wow… I don't know what to say.” Kara blinked a few times in disbelief. Finally, she looked back up at Leslie once more. “This… was really sweet. Thank you.”

    Leslie smiled at Kara. “You don't need to thank me.”

     Kara smiled back at Leslie before calling over her shoulder, “Greyson. Come here! There's cake.”

     And soon enough, Greyson and Tomi both came running.