My Mate ||S.M||

4. Coffee

•Diana's PoV•

The night within the streets of London is another sight of its own. If you travel travel to the west north side of the city, you can either be met with dark streets and closed doors, or open market within the late of night that still glimmers with the chatters of families walking about, or even lovers who have slipped away for some excitement. The streets, however, reeks of rain and mud, but it isn't strong enough to ruin the cosy atmosphere. 

The comforting yellow lights of the shops brightens the dark night. Every shop we visit has unique scent to their own, one is minty while another one reeks of tobacco. I gaze towards the gloves on display, soft fabric that have been sewn with care, it will do good during winter. I never found cold to be a problem, but it need to appear otherwise if I wish not to stand out.  

I slowly tear my gaze away towards the window of the shop, seeing children happily eating their hot snacks as their parents held them. I can't help but feel envy. humans live such short lives, yet it can be so fulfilling, a true luxury that we monsters can only dream of. 

"Diana, darling?" Sebastian calls me, breaking my train of thoughts. I turn and our eyes meet and a smile forms on his lips as he reaches out his hand to me. "Would you come here for a moment?" 

"Of course." I return his smile and walk to his side. I place my bare hand on his gloved one and then he slowly begins to fit one of the soft gloves onto my hand. 

"How does it feel?" He asks, his voice is soft as his eyes moves from my hand to my eyes once more.

My lips part, looking towards the beautiful glove; I rub my hands together, feeling the smooth fabric against my palms. "It feels very nice and soft," I answer. "And warm."

"Excellent." He turns towards the seller. "I'll be taking five pair of these." 

My eyes drifts towards the bags which are by our feet. He has truly planned to buy me a new wardrobe; even though the majority of purchases will be sent to the manor the next morning.

As we leave the shop, the piercing cold wind of England's winter is quick to wash over me. England is known for its winter, rain and snow. Which is another reason why every noble within this country owns extravagant warm coats that can bring any foreigner to aw. "It is getting very cold." I mumble, looking towards Sebastian who is watching me from corner of his eyes.

"Would you like me to help in order to keep you warm, my darling?" He teases, knowing full well that I wont be needing such assistance. My pink lips form a smile as I step closer to him, locking our arms. 

"I may consider for you to warm my bed." I whisper, teasing him with a touch of lust. His eyes glimmers as a chuckle escapes his lips. He leans down to me, his scent overpowering any other smell and my body reacts against my will as it becomes warmer. I feel his hand teasing my waist, his fingers making small circles. 

"Then please, consider favourably." He whispers to me.

"I think I may." I mumble back, feeling the tingles of potential exploding sparks as our lips nearly graze one another. His eyes move to my lips, I can see that he wants to close the gap between us. "I said my bed, mr Michealis."

"I seem to have much less patience when it comes to you." he simply says before straightening up again and slowly beginning to walk down the road. I still hold onto his arm, and he seems to be more than happy to let me stand so close to him.