Blood and Breath (Inner Moka X Dragon Boy)

Ch 9 - Take It or Leave It

Now if the readers want to put a label on it, nothing says end of Chapter 8 like a good old cockblock. She just slammed the brakes on it all. How does it recover?

Enjoy.

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"I'm sorry I guess Moka." You sighed.

"I... didn't know you moved so fast." She blushed.

"It's okay."

"Well I... do feel safe and comfortable around you. You make me happy even though I haven't quite deserved it."

"Moka don't be that way."

"Sorry Honey just stressed."

"You mean?"

"Well I'm falling for you little by little and she's being cut off by me. Can I ask for a drink and kiss before I go?"

"Ugh. I guess."

She goes right for it instead of warming up with a hug. And she chomps down as you feel a warming little rushing pain. And a moment later she heals the wound shut.

Then wipes her mouth and gives you a proper kiss. You both hold each other still in the moment and she separates.

"Goodbye Sweetheart."

"Bye Moka."

*Cling*

The hair faded back into pink as you catch her body. But she isn't exhausted like usual. Probably because of the recent "drink" she was supplied.

"Hey (FN) did you and her have a good time?"

"Could have ended different. But can't complain. I'll bring you back."

"With you?" She blushed.

"To Tsukune. It's been a while."

"I can make it back to the room. Will you join us?"

"I'll meet you there. I'm going to stay here for a few more minutes.

Breathing Flames

As that blown kiss passes through the air and lands on my face I help but feel hot. Not the warm lust kind but the second degree burn kind. The air becomes unbearable and chest builds up with heartburn. So to go off what you have or start from ground up. For all sacrifice and all no sins life comes down like bowling pins.

(FN) (LN) 20XX

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After the little indent you reported back to the Newspaper Club and it was time to pack it in. Tsukune was happy he was seeing his pink haired Moka again while you had other concerns. A large shipping envelope arrived as soon as you walked in.

Did someone really slide this underneath my door? The heck?

You open the yellow envelope and you were in my a big surprise. It was a black thong.

*Wow*

You hold it up in the air like a guy would do in the men's locker room and think.

"Who the hell would send me these?"

So you decided to just put them back in the envelope, put it on top of the dresser, and wash your hands. Twice that is. It was rather odd. And you couldn't just ask Heaven, Ocean, or Moka. One they would think you're perverted and two potentially kick your ass. And their was no joy. Yaaaaaaaaaay.