Vendetta X Mahogany Oneshots.

Smut Oneshot (Part 1)

I lay on my soft bed, listening for his footsteps, longing for him to enter my room. I'm growing impatient waiting for him, I wish he could come in here a lot sooner, I'm starting to really miss his appearance in front of me. I keep telling myself not to act up during this period of time,but this is an important moment, one I want to remember for the rest of my life. Then again, it's strange to say that since it's such an awkward moment as well. It's never one of those 'do it and it's done with' experiences, it's one of those extremely important moments that stay in the back of your head forever and won't ever go away.
As I hear his strong hand open the door, I feel the enormous rush of relief take over me, I'm so glad he came in here. I walk softly to the doorway, where my gaze met his, he blushed slightly. His monotone face showed hints of surprise and confusion, because I was up at such a late hour. His eyes trailed down to see my curved figure, and he slightly bit his lip, not taking his eyes off my hips, not for a single second. He barely did this ever, I'm surprised he's acting this way, and excited too.
"Like what you see?" I say as I shift positions, swaying my hips to the opposite side.
He doesn't hesitate to change the subject, "Why are you up so late, Mistress?"
"Vendetta," I sigh, "I want something," our gazes meet once more, slight worry in his eyes this time, "no... I need something."
"What do you need, Miss?" He says, concerned.
I walk over, and I don't take my eyes of him for a second "I think you know what I need,"
He stands there, monotone in expression, speechless.
"I-I... Miss..." He managed to choke out.
It was apparent that he was surprised by my lust, but his face didn't show it, hell, his face never showed anything. He is a man of little words, and he never liked to expose any information about himself, that was mostly because of the fact he only cares about me and not himself in any way. If we were put into any type of deadly situation, he would put me before anyone else including himself, he is overprotective and would risk anything to make me happy. This time, he would have to give himself up to make me happy.
I stroke my hand over one of his cheeks, and pull him closer to me. He was quiet and barely resisting, he knew this is what I needed all along. Our faces meet for a passionate kiss, but Vendetta pulls away quickly, still leaving only a few inches between our faces. He stares at me, with bewilderment in actual expression. He tilts in for more, and also puts his hands on the back of my head, and pulls me in for more, adding more intensity to our already lustful kiss. His hands trail down from the top of my head, slowly making his way to my hips. From there, he slips his hands under the bottom of the short nightgown, and he pulls away from our kiss.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He says, keeping his hands grasping my hips.
"No, Vendetta." I look up at him, and go in closer to his chest,"I need this."
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A/N
IM SORRY THIS PART IS WAYYYYY SHORTER THAN THE OTHERS. BUTTT... This is literally my first time writing smut sooo if it sucks sorry LOL