Few weeks later:
Moments after I wake up I hear muffled voices through my bedroom door. I pull my hair up into a loose bun and walk out the door in pink pajama pants and a too short tank top. "Morning sunshine" Mom greets me with sarcasm dripping from her words. I give her a slight wave and turn to a man in a dirty white tee shirt and torn jeans.
"Hey baby girl!" He says.
"Hey, Uncle Tommy." He's my real uncle from Hell, while my 'mom' adopted me when I was seven. "How's Hell?"
Since Mom doesn't know about us, we act like Hell is his construction company. "Busy, people having requests and making deals all the time. Now more than ever." He answers, sending me a wink.
After he leaves I teleport to Seth's room beside his bed. I flinch when I see a cross hanging on his door. "Something wrong babe?" He asks.
"Crosses, salt and Bibles aren't my thing." I admit and sit on his bed beside him.
"Sorry. Mom put it there, something about protecting from evil. What happens if it touches you?"
"It burns like hell. Leaves scars like this one." I stand and pull down my sock to reveal a burn in a straight line .
He gasps, "What happened?"
"A minister splashed me with holy water when I was ten. It hit right there and I couldn't walk on that foot for weeks. Went to the burn center in the hospital for two weeks." I shrug and look at the ground, but the pain fills my ankle once again.
He stands and faces me, putting his hands on my cheeks. "I am so sorry about what happened. I won't ever let it happen again." He says, looking me in the eye. I stand on my tip toes to kiss him, snaking my arms around his neck.
I pull away enough to look him in the eye. "Seth?" He looks at me with concern in his eyes. "I think I love you." I can feel his muscles relax and the concern left his eyes.
He gives a laugh under his breath and smiles at me "I love you too." He kisses me again and his tongue slithers into my mouth. Our tongues tangle together as I move to the bed, stopping time. He takes off his shirt then his pants, then his boxer shorts, then he pulls of my shirt and I pull off my pants. He unhooks my push up bra and throws it on the floor beside us, just like our first time. I make my under wear dissapear and he kisses my neck, making me groan. He easily slips inside me despite his length and slows his strokes. After he shoots up inside me, he falls beside me. I know he isn't done, so I crawl to the foot of his bed and put it in my mouth. With the mix of the expert swirls of my tongue and the fact that I can swallow most of his length makes him groan. "Cat, we have to stop. I'm gonna come."
I send a message into his mind, Go ahead. Still sucking, I swallow all he has to offer with out a cough. Both breathless, I climb back to the pillow and collapse beside him. "Babe, why does it feel like this? Like I can't get enough?" he asks, turning to face me.
"Because you are the incubus of Satan. You didn't know it, but ever since the kiss, I knew. The Satanic Scrolls say it's the one you least expect. I honestly wasn't expecting the one to be mortal, I didn't find out until I thought you were him." I explain. "I gotta hit the shower. Care to join?"
After the wate heats up, he walks in, his hair a mess as it was before. He steps into the shower with me and a question runs through my mind. "Babe, what did the girl say to you at the dance?" I ask, and he mashes his lips together.
"She said that you think we're together and that you only wanted a peice of ass. That she could treat me much better than 'that skank whore.'" He says and doesn't look me in the eye. "I didn't know what to say, I wasn't sure if it was true. Hell, now I don't know if it's true."
