Situation

Chapter 33: World War Walker:Stakes

           My eyes open to dark, shiny hair reflecting dawn's light, almost like a raven's wing gleaming from the moon on a shady night. Hehe, I made a funny! You know, light, night, no? Never mind.

Anyway, I was lying on my side with my arms wrapped around Kanda, which was weird since generally it's the other way around, but whatever. My nostrils were filled with the scent of Moonlight Mist, the sweet smell wanting to lull me to sleep once more. Personally, I have no earthly idea why Kanda would use such a girly scent even if I absolutely love it, but he must have his reasons. Maybe it had a connection to something he held dear to him? Right, because Kanda likes, let alone loves, so many more things than me, the baby, and soba.

I leisurely sit up, looking down at the bluenette beside me, his hair everywhere and his face soft and utterly kissable. Dang the stupid battle, I will win! Oh, but I really wanted to do something dirty with Kanda and let him ravish my entire body. Grr.

His face changes slightly, his features hardening somewhat even though he was calm and I say, "Stay asleep for once!"

He smirks and rolls to his back, his eyes still shut, "You aren't allowed to complain at the moment. Remember, declaring war and such?"

"You started it when you did that thing," I say, not wanting to elaborate. He replies, "And do you have any proof of that? Anyone else wouldn't know if it happened or not."

I try to give him a glare, but it quickly turned to an ogle since his eyes were still closed. It was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, and I didn't, my eyes wandering his muscled arms and chest. The tattoo on his left pectoral and shoulder was prominent from its dark color against his toned skin, and his abs were well-defined and inviting. My eyes continue down, but were stopped by his jeans even though they weren't covering much, but enough. "Enjoying the view?"

I immediately blush and look down at my hands holding the sheet to avoid his sexily amused face, "No, just making sure you don't have injuries." Injuries?! Really, you idiot!?

"Well, you can continue 'looking for injures' then, but wouldn't it be easier to take the jeans off?" I keep staring down, the heat in my cheeks spiking even more at the images racing through my mind, but I can't bring myself to answer. The sheets beside me rustle as Kanda moves and before I realize what's happening, my hands are held above me and my back is to the cold wall. The sheets are still covering my lower half as my boyfriend hovers over me, his dark, nearly black, gaze holding my silver one, and I whimper quietly.

He simply smirks down at me as I give him the most pleading look I can, hoping he'd have mercy on me. It was too much to ask for, and he lowers his face to mine until our noses are nearly touching before I turn my head, looking towards the door. Hot breath hits my ear and its owner whispers in a deep voice that screamed lust, "Do want me to back off?"

Not trusting my voice, I nod, but all hope I had crumbles as he growls, "Too bad."

I whine, but it soon turns to a moan as his hand that wasn't pinning mine trailed down my chest, his nails slightly digging into my skin. No Allen, you can't give in. You have to beat him in something for once. It's bad enough that I'm submissive when we have sex, which I've noticed boosts Kanda's ego because it means he's won in the battle of dominance when I would writhe under him like a ho. One thing is for sure, the samurai has five times the amount of self-control I have, which never ends well in my case.

His devilish game continues as he harshly tweaks and pinches my nipples, and I involuntarily gasp and buck upwards, our crotches touching for a split second, causing us both to moan. I whimper, "Kanda, please let me go."

"Say you're my naughty girl and I'll consider it," he replies, releasing my hands to play with both of my most sensitive body parts on my chest while breathing on my neck. I wasn't going to say that! One, I wasn't a girl, obviously. Two, it was demeaning. And three, I wasn't his. I mean, he had my virginity and could make me do anything under certain circumstances, but he didn't own me. Okay, fine, I'm his, but the pit will freeze over before I say it out loud.