The Art Of Dancing With Demons (Blue Exorcist/Amaimon)

Ch 42

The unforgiving rays of a blearing sun managed to steer me from a deep slumber. I squinted my eyes at the disturbing light, a low grunt escaping my lips. Desperate to get out of its field of reach I turned my body in the opposite direction, sighing in relief as the rays left my eyes.

The satisfaction was short lived, however, because as soon as I turned I smacked my nose into something hard. Opening my eyes, I was met face to face with a sleeping Amaimon.

His eyebrows were furrowed in what appeared to be a soft scowl, but luckly his eyes didn't slide open. Instead his grip on my waist, which I had forgotten long ago, tightened, pressing me against his bare chest as I let out a surprised squeak.

I gulped, forcing myself not to move or utter any more noises. My eyes slowly skimmed the creamy surface of his bare chest, an intense urge to pass my hands across it overcoming my senses. I let my gaze trail downward to his finely toned abdomen, a blush creeping into my face as I spotted a prominent V line barely hidden by some loose, basketball mesh shorts.

Fucking hell. Pure thoughts, Emi. Pure thoughts.

"Like what you see?" A deep morning voice invaded my ears as I felt Amaimon's chest vibrating. I pursed my lips, a guilty look on my face like I had just stolen something from the candy store. With hesitant movements I forced myself to look up at him.

His face was still the same, eyebrows softly knitted together, a single eye sliding open as it revealed the deepest color of blue I had ever laid eyes on.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." He mumbled before shutting his single eye and bringing me closer to his body. Close enough to feel his heart beat steady against my ears.

My hands pushed softly against his chest as I shimmied up just enough to be at eye level with him, but of course he didn't notice because of his closed eyes.

My lips left a chaste kiss across his jawline, unable to control the redness swelling up in my cheeks as his eyes snapped open. A small smirk graced his features as he stared me down.

"Emi, I'm as dangerous in the morning as I am at night. Don't start something you can't finish."

"Good morning to you too." I whispered, my stomach in knots as I hid my face in the crook of his neck.

I didn't know how Amaimon could be so open about those kinds of things. He acted as if it were as normal as brushing his teeth, while I grew weaker every time he directed his sapphire gaze at me.

"Morning." He mumbled back and my weight suddenly shifted on its own. A surprised gasp left my lips as I found myself being pulled on top of the demon king's chest.

"Can I ask you a question?" He eyed me, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You just did." I answered, immediately backtracking as I felt his fingers sliding inside my- I mean his shirt, caressing my exposed waist.

"I-I mean, yes. Go ahead."

He grinned satisfied at my reaction before opening his mouth. "What exactly were we going to do yesterday?"

The question caught me off guard as my eyes widened, my cheeks becoming redder if that were even possible. "What do you mean?"

"What you heard." He simply replied.

I bit my bottom lip as my fingers fumbled against his chest. "I- um... Don't play dumb! You know as well as I do!" I tried to serve that as an answer, but he didn't seem to like it.

"I know, but I want to hear it from your lips."

I burried my face against his neck once again as I felt his arms circling around my small frame.