The Mark

*Interrupted*

"Hey, babe, what cha doing?" Peitho asks as he wraps his arms around my shoulders.
"Remember when I said I was going to write my story for the world to see? I'm doing that," I say, my hands hovering above my keyboard, "Or I was until a huge geek interrupted me."
"Hey, I'm not a geek," he whines cutely and nuzzles my cheek.
"You follow nearly every anime and manga fandom there is, you're a super-fan, mega-geek," I say.
"If I'm a geek then you're a nerd," he counters.
I shrug, "Names don't bother me, you know this, call me anything you want and I won't care because I'm used to it," I say then continue to type.
He smirks, "But this bothers you," he says before gently biting my mark.
I gasp and tense up, my cheeks turning pink, "H-Hey, you know that's sensitive there, I hate it when you do that," I say.
He pulls off, "If you hate it then why do you expose your neck when I do it?" he asks with a smirk.
"It's a natural, human reaction, I'm trying to get away from the discomfort," I say then flick his nose, "You're a pervert, now go do something and let me write. I've only finished the first chapter and I'm going to tell them about the myth next."
He licks my mark and chuckles when I flinch, "Sorry, I can't help but mess with it, your reactions are so cute," he says before letting go of me, "I'll go make you some soup for lunch."
"Make sure it's brothy," I say.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you love it that way," he says before walking out.
"You're the best!" I call after him and continue to type, "You really are the personification of persuasion and seduction, yet your parents didn't know and you still don't know that Peitho is a goddess and not a god, so you've got a woman's name," I say to myself, laughing a bit.

((All bold is not part of the main story))