Little Miss Valentine

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3rd period history class.
I would definitely be sleeping right now.
Like I'm interested in human history,
"Mark tells me you're staying at his place"

The source of my history insomnia whispers,
I shift my gaze to Mari Valentine.
"Yeah, we're practically family"
Not a lie but not necessarily true either.

Mari seemed to take that in,
"His sister doesn't like me much"
"Huh" from my seat at the back of the class I glance at Noir.
Her eyes meet mine, then shifts to Mari beside me with unmasked loathing.

That, is an understatement "why?" I ask instead
"She thinks I'm a slut"
I stare at Mari flabbergast,
She just smiles "I have a bit of a reputation"

"Are you?" I ask
"A slut?" She shrugs "wanna find out?"
Mari's smile was full of mischievous promises.
I return her smile brushing a thumb over her lower lip.

"My curiosity always did get the better of me"
Mari's eyes become pools of sapphire fire,
She slowly sucks my thumb between her soft lips, eyes never leaving mine.
Then just as slowly releases it "I can't wait Daddy."
Judging by the bulge in my pants neither could I.

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