Akira knew she wasn't an ordinary human being. Humans can't do what she can do. But she kept to herself, the one thing she did know was that if anyone found out she's in trouble. The kind that leaves you in a ditch six feet under on Earth. Akira...
I've never met strong person with an easy Past. -Atticus-
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We had just gotten home from the hospital. I sat in the front seat of Àngels car in a hospital gown and sweats because of the little accident that happened. Dodging cameras and people who got off on following us. They crowded the streets trying to get a look in the car but much to their dismay the windows were tinted. Krista was supposed to be bringing me something to wear, I wondered why she never made it. As we raced through the halls of the hospital like toddlers, we held hands the entire ride giggling and smiling like school girls. Raced is an exaggeration, I was slow and falling behind. Pathetically trying to pull my feet and legs behind me. His laughing only made me flustered and laugh along.
An eerily quiet and cold home made it seem like no one had been there in eons. It was unsettling to step foot in a place that I once felt "tightened" in. It made me think about the first time I came here, how frigid and afraid I was because I had a woman with her claws out in my face ready to gouge out my eyes. But at the least it was settling, most likely because Azara was in it and before she saw me she was a light. Bright and making the house feel lived in.
He sat the duffle bag on the floor as I walked towards the elevator. I conjured up a plan as he followed behind. The heels of his boots sounding against the floor and bounced off the wall. Pay back for the hospital room. My plan was about to be in motion as we entered the kitchen. I sat on the stool and sighed.
"Hmmm........huuuu....mmmmm......ssss-" I was interrupted by a slightly irritated and laughing Àngel "Is there something you want?" He asked holding oreos in his hand.
"Can you- nevermind, you'll probably say no" I said twirling my finger tips on the table. Taking this to my advantage will be easy. I looked up at him through my lashes, hand pressed against my cheek.
"Baby, what is it that you want?" he said caressing my handless cheek. I leaned into his touch. Sighing softly when I placed my hand over his and shut my eyes contently.
"I was wondering if you could make me a yummy a bowl of chocolate ice cream with chocolate syrup and gummies and uh...Oreos please." I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. I tired to look as innocent as I could to get him to fall putty in my hands.
Under his breathe he muttered "be glad I love you" and with his back turned I untied the knots holding my gown together. He held out a spoon for my, sliding the cold bowl of sweetness towards me. I scooped up a finger full of ice cream while getting up. Telling him "I don't think I need one". Then placed my finger on my tongue staring into his dilated eyes filling with desire as I sucked the cream off my finger.
