Good Little Witch

Part 10

You giggle, rolling onto your back, your lips meeting Angelo's again and again. He's grinning down at you devilishly, his dark eyes glowing with mischief. 

He's also ticklish.

Your nails rake his side, causing a reluctant gasp to leave his lips as you deploy secret tactics. 

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"Down with the demon!" you giggle, furiously running your fingers up his ribs until he's falling over in defeat, you rolling over him triumphantly. "Say uncle!"

"I never give in!"

"Say it!"

"No!" He sounds breathless, you know he's going to break. You peck his lips, feeling him start to curl up, still refusing to ask for mercy.

He's so stubborn.

You finally relent, your hands now pressing against his shoulders instead, not wanting to torture him too long, you're not evil after all. You grin down at him, your red hair falling over your shoulders and curtaining your face.

Angelo smiles slightly, his hand rising to cup one side of your face, his chest moving heavily beneath you where you straddle his waist shamelessly. 

"You're evil, you know that."

"Says the big badass demon."

He chuckles, tugging on your hair so you're leaning down, letting him kiss you, lips melding warmly against your own. You kiss him back, your tongue parting his lips. You ignore the swell of heat in your chest as you kiss him, pretending it's not there at all.

You're kind of worried at what it means.

You've never had someone spend time with you like this, take you shopping, on vacation. Of course, your relationship didn't start like this, you'd been strangers, a means to an end for each other.

You're not sure when it changed, but you're glad it did.

He means a lot to you, and now... well, now you're pretty sure you'd kill someone for him. Over him, you mean. Like if they attacked him and meant him harm, you would protect him. Yes, much better phrasing.

You know without a doubt he'd do the same for you as well.

He might not think it, but you know he cares for you; you can sense it, weirdly enough, which of course you assume is the blood. Everything always has to do with the blood; one part of you wonders if the reason you care for each other is the blood, not true affection, but you suppose in the long run it doesn't matter, because it feels real.

Your lips suddenly hesitate against his, and you sit up, frowning. Angelo hesitates, watching your brows furrow.

"What is it?" he asks, his eyes running down your slender body, over the curls of hair covering your breasts from his sight.

"I care about you," you say bluntly, immediately drawing his eyes to your face. You feel him tense beneath you, his hands now hovering, as if he doesn't know where to touch you or if he even should. "I don't know why, you're a demonic prick with an ego much bigger then your dick. I'm thinking it's because of the blood we shared, y'know?"

You run your fingers through your hair thoughtfully, unsure why you suddenly felt the need to admit all of this. "I mean, do you feel it? Is it just me?"

Your eyes meet his.

Angelo is completely still, his black eyes actually panicked as he looks into yours. His lips part, but words are beyond him at the moment. It's like you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, see the way he's floundering for a response.