[ Plus scene ] First love at first sight.

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WARNING - MENTIONS OF SMUT

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WARNING - MENTIONS OF SMUT.

Vixen's POV ; Italy 1457

I was running from the raging group of civilians with the idiotic puffy dress i had to wear to blend in but no some asshole just had to notice that i'm different guess me as a witch and chase me across the city.

Ugh fools, you try to travel to Italy and you get accused off being a witch. I was running trought the streets and noticed that the crew was nearing on me. Then i saw and opening and ran in closing the door behind me. the crowd ran forward witchout a stop and i sighed while pushin myself off the door. ''Ahem'' someone coughed and my mind went blank.''Shit''

I looked in front of me and noticed a gorgeus man with a face of an angel, probably was sculptered by god himself holding a painting brush and a white blouse drapped over his chest with paint smearing on it.

''Who are you, miss?'' He asked me noticing me reach over me back in concerned.

I pulled off the strings holding my dress together and it fell apart making me stand almost naked infront of the stranger and the only thing stopping him from noticing all of me was the gown.

''I'm Cornelia Smith.'' I walked near him noticing him cast his eyes anywhere besides me as i reached to touch his chest he grabbed my hand and pulled it towards our eye level. ''But that's behind point, who are you?''

''Leo- Leonardo Da Vinci'' he suttered and i smirked deciding to stay here for the night. ''I'm sorry miss i don't think it's appropriate for you to stand here looking like this.''

My other hand reached out for the side of his beautiful face and i asked him ''Do you want me to cover up?'' My voice echoed across the silent room and his eyes widened, stopping me and my smirk widdened. ''No?''

he quickly nodded and i moved closer so my body was touching with his. ''What do you want then?'' I whispered while nibbling his ear. He lowered my hand and reached out for my waist, gently touching my hip.

''More.'' Was his answer and i smashed my lips to his hungrily and he responded just as roughly, filled with lust.

Soon i jumped on his waist felling the hard abs while pulling his hair, he moaned and walked backwards to the king sized bed.

And you can guess what happend next.

[NEXT MORNING]

I woke up with my arms wrapped around a man's waist. I gently moved and he turned to sleep on his back. His sharp jaw and lips were in display i lowered my own lips and they gently touched his.

I moved back to sit cowering myself with a white blanket. Reaching for the paper on the bedsight.

The note wrote.

''Dear Leo,

I bear that i cannot myself face you after tonight, i fell in love with you the minute i noticed you standing there with pinting smears and a little smile on you're face while gently swipping the paper with a painting brush.

It might been love in first sight, i don't think i will know the answer to that even after a hundreds years off living in this world.

When you will wake up the only trace of me being there will be this note as it's to dangerous for me to stay.

Love, Vixen Jinx.

[ 2012 ]

Vixen was sitting on the statue of liberty holding a single little painting brush with mascara on her cheeks, with red eyes obvious from crying

''Thank you.'' She whispered to the night and may the world never know what she meant by that.


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TONI MAHFUDLEONARDO DA VINCI

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TONI MAHFUD
LEONARDO DA VINCI

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I think i'm going to write a book with little scenes like these, so comment if you can if i should create a pre-quel for Vixen Jinx with all her little dventures from the begining.

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