Acid +rap

Three

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, feeling tears prick my eyes. "I only had like, a beer...or four?"
He stopped pacing and looked at me, his expression softening. He lifted my face, gently.

"Maeve, I'm serious," he insisted. So was I.
"Did somebody poison you? Your saliva is jacked!"
"I wasn't poisoned!" I pleaded. "I-I only drank beer and I made sure it wasn't spiked!"

He exhaled shakily, visibly trying to make sense of the whole incident.
"It was sour, and it burned!" he moaned, his voice was fraught with confusion. "it was like kissing ACID!"

I sighed in shock and defeat. I had no answer for that one. I was just as shocked as he was.
"I'm so sorry for that," I apologized profusely, "I-I had no idea! I'm sorry I ruined the kiss."

He sighed and shook his head. I sighed too, feeling a lump in my throat and embarrassment in my belly. How'd I manage to ruin a kiss, too? And with a stranger no less!

It wasn't like his first impression of me wasn't dysfunctional enough.

"You didn't ruin the kiss, silly girl," he mumbled, wiping his mouth. I looked up hopefully. Too hopefully.

"You just scared the hell out of me!" I nodded in understanding. His assurance only helped a measly amount, but I accepted it.
"If anything, for a beginner, you weren't so bad."
"Really?" I asked, feeling strangely hopeful because of this information.

He nodded again and the suave, mischievous grin was back.
"Yeah, yeah," he answered casually like he was brushing me off. I saw right through it but didn't spoil his fun.

"...Just....easy on the acid next time," he smirked, waiting for my response.

Next time? Did this mean that he wanted this to happen again?

"How are you so sure there'll be a next time?" I mused 'casually'. He saw through me with ease and his lips met my forehead tenderly.

"Because that's what you want, and that's kind of what I want."

He left me winded again, but I refused to show it. I rolled my eyes and he laughed at my attempts to stay calm.

"Teenage girls are the best," he wheezed while ruffling my hair. I socked him in the stomach.

"You're going to jail." I ground out. He licked his lips again, and I noticed how pink and soft they looked. And were.

"Only for you, Maeve," he mumbled, throwing his arm around my shoulder. I blushed again. I was really out on a limb tonight - kissing strangers, drinking. I was a maverick. Hell, if you had consumed as many beers as I've had, you could even say I was cool.

Naveed moved a little faster, away from the rabble of the bar and out onto the street.

"Come on," he called, "I'll walk you home," I said nothing and fell into step with him.

"That's alright young man," a familiar voice called from behind us. We froze and spun to meet the bespectacled green gaze of my father. He raised his eyebrows at us both, and a dry smile planted itself on his face.

"I'll take it from here."

Naveed quickly released me, and I could feel the discomfort in his hesitant touch.

I didn't blame him. Father wasn't physically large or muscle, but something about him made you want to watch your step and sleep with both eyes open. Of course, his enhancement didn't help matters either because nobody wanted to mess with a man that could always find you somehow after meeting you once.

"Good night, Mr..." Naveed began nervously. I snickered softly, covering my laughs with my hand. My father's eyes twinkled.

He really got a kick out of other people's discomfort. It was a quality we shared.

"Connery," my father filled in effortlessly. "And you are?"

"N-Naveed Kamal," he stuttered.

 Father nodded while walking towards him. Naveed instinctively braced himself for a knife to the throat and flinched a little when father put out his hand for a handshake. He looked down at it in confusion at first and only shook father's hand after I nudged him a little. The suave guy that kissed me was now a frightened mess.

It was hilarious.

My father's face remained neutral but he smiled a bit, with his eyes. Little did Naveed know that my father could find him anywhere on the globe now, just because they made skin on skin contact.

"Thank you for being so kind to my daughter, in spite of....."

My jaw clenched and I cleared my throat loudly, causing him to trail off. A slight blush crept up father's neck. He deserved it.

"It's no problem, sir," he replied coolly. "She's a very.....likeable young lady."

This dreadlock wearing bastard....

I glared at Naveed with death in my eyes. His smile fell. Now we were even.
He looked between the both of us appraisingly.

"Maeve has your eyes," he declared, his observation hanging in the air. Father and I nodded. "Does she take after her mother?"

Father nodded stiffly, clearly intrigued by how Naveed could tell what my eyes looked like in the night with shoddy street lighting.
"You can come to dinner with us some time and find out," father replied, smiling with his mouth only now.

"Thanks for the offer, sir," he said uneasily.

He should be uneasy. Father was curious about him, and only the gods knew where that would lead.

"You're welcome, and goodbye, Mr Kamal."
"Good night sir."

We walked in the opposite direction, and I could still hear Naveed's steady footsteps behind us, even as he moved further away. I looked back, and he looked up, winked at me, the cheeky bastard. My eyes flew to the stars, but I sighed a little when I realized that I couldn't see them that well anymore.

"Is that boy your boyfriend?" Father asked suddenly, ripping me out of my thoughts. I shook my head no.

"Not yet?" he asked earnestly. I shrugged. Hell if I knew. He grinned at that.

"I could always find him for you, you know," he offered.

I looked up at my father, and we both burst out laughing, for the first time in weeks.

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