The Contract

XVII - Esclachier

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Rain. That was something I hadn't seen in a while. I sat at my window, staring out at the millions of raindrops hitting the street. I had chills running down my spine and wrists, but I didn't know why. Lure was sitting on the window sill, watching me as I watched the rain.

Today was miserable and awkward, although I wasn't quite sure why. Lure looked satisfied with himself; again, I had no clue why. I looked moody—and he had pointed this out enough times this morning.

"My little Kitten," Lure sighed as he swept himself off of the sill, adjusting his trench coat, and stopped in front of me, blocking my view of the rain outside, "will you stop moping around?"

I shrugged, deciding I was too tired to respond.

He smirked slightly and simply watched me, his eyes scanning my appearance intensely. He placed his hand on the back of the chair and slowly began to walk around it until he was behind me. He gently slid his hands down the chair until they stopped on my shoulders; he leaned forwards, resting his chin on one of his hands and smiling when I shivered at the feel of his hair gently brushing against my cheek.

"Why are you in such a bad mood, love?" he asked, his breath softly tickling my ear. I bit my lip when his hands slid down my arms, cupping my wrists when they finally stopped. He lightly rubbed my wrists with his forefingers, back and forth. . . meekly succeeding in easing me.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled, allowing myself to lean back, closer to him.

"Relaxing you," he said, then darkened his voice as he continued, "because you're about to flip on me."

I tipped my head back to look up at him. "What?"

Lure stepped away, smiling strangely. "You always react the same."

I frowned, turning around in the chair to face him. Tilting my head at him in question, I asked, "What are you talking about?"

Lure's smile widened slightly, his teeth just barely showing behind his pale lips. "After I do something, you get pissed off, then I calm you down, and you forgive me." He paused to allow his smile to spread into a grin. "It's like a cycle; a cycle that always gets better."

I looked down at the back of the chair and ran my hand along it. I didn't know what to say. He was right, and that irritated me. I always forgave him because I loved him. His mistakes would always just fly out of my mind. I'd reduce them and reduce them until they were meaningless to me.

"You're easy to manipulate," Lure said nonchalantly, as if this comment wasn't supposed to hurt or anger me. I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and watched him, waiting for him to continue. He smiled, knowing that I wasn't going to yell at him for his statement. "Yeah," he nodded, continuing, "you're whipped." He sauntered back up to me, taking slow, lazy steps. He reached out, placing a hand under my chin and tilting my head up so our eyes were meeting. "There's nothing you can do now. You're all mine. Completely mine. I've consumed you, and now you're in love with me."

I placed my hand on his and pushed it away from my chin, but I still didn't say anything. His smile grew at my silence and he lifted his hand again, this time to cup cheek as he stroked his thumb along it.

"You were just waiting for someone to lead you. When I first met you, you were insecure and miserable. It was only natural for you to cling to me and let yourself go when I first showed you affection." Lure laughed softly, his eyes never leaving mine. There was something strange in them, but I couldn't tell what it was. "It's natural for humans to depend on others; to give everything to another person." He leaned down and brought his lips to mine, brushing against them gently. Slowly, he hardened the kiss, practically pushing me off the chair at his sudden movements. His hands slipped to my waist, holding me in place as his lips devoured mine hungrily.