(Bendy X Boris) My Little Devil Darling

Chapter 1

Bendy's P.O.V

I was sitting on my bed bored out of my mind I wanted to go bother Alice but, decided against it not wanting last time to happen again. Even though I really deserved it; What happened last time is that I broke her piano with a giant weight which resulted of me getting beaten up. I laid down staring at the ceiling sighing

"Ugh, I'm so bored," I said to myself staring at the bland ceiling sighing afterwards, "Maybe I should go bother Boris for a while see how he's doing,"

I got off my bed walking down the hallway passing the posters nailed on the wall. As I passed them I kept getting flashbacks about the shows we did and how everything was normal and happy until, Joey Drew had to eliminate that happiness. I came to Boris's room seeing it open, I stood in front of the entrance seeing Boris sitting on his bed. He was playing with his fingers with a nervous look on his face

"Hey Boris," I said capturing his attention

He looked in my direction. Why does everytime I look at him I get butterflies? And his face gets me everytime, It always had an extreme affect on me but, now it seems magnified. He always manages to make me smile in some cases or makes me blush without him actually trying

"Oh, hey Bendy," he said in his English accent

"Well, there isn't nothing to do so, I came to hang out with you if you don't mind," I said nervously

"No, I don't mind come sit down," he said patting a spot next him on the bed as I walked over sitting next to Boris. We turned away from eachother blushing not knowing what to say.

Talk about awkward

"Bendy?"

"Yeah?"

He closed his eyes, blushing turning away from me with a sigh

"Nothing,"

"You can tell me," I said worried for him

He edges closer to me, so close I can feel and hear his breathing. His warm hand reaches over and makes contact with my face cupping both my cheeks, his lips inches away from my own

"Do you know how long I've waited?" He said in a low voice

"W-waited?" I reply, stuttering at the tone of his voice, "For what?"

He edges dangerously close to me, close enough that I can feel his warm breath on my cheeks. By now he is so close I can feel his hard chest under my palms as I gulp inconspicuously

"For this," he says

In an instant, and before I can fully anticipate it, those lips are on mine

My poor heart.

It knocks the wind right out of my lungs

My eyes involuntarily widen and I back up slightly, only to be held firmly by his strong hands, bringing my figure flush against his making my heart hammer into my chest. Excitement bursts inside me like a wild flame, each tendril curling around my soul in intricate patterns and grasping on tightly. His lips are so soft, so soft, and they become my oxygen.

I don't do anything- and I guess that's the problem.

I don't do anything

A cloud of rejection hovers in the air and settles around us as he quickly shuffles away from me. A sad expression lurks in his Hazel eyes and he opens his mouth to speak

"Sorry," he says promptly, his voice strained, "I shouldn't ha-"

Impulse takes over me and I lean over and kiss him, Boris is taken by surprise, a rare occurrence, but soon catches on. He smiles against my lips, and the ghost of his smile seems to linger. Gosh, why does feeling his smile against my skin feel so good?

Slowly, unknowingly, I move my lips along his. His are soft and sweet, resembling the petals of rose. He gently swipes his tongue along my lower lip, parting them ever so slightly. I find myself willingly do so myself. He tastes of mint and sugar, a combination that seems to entice me more than anything. More than anyone can ever imagine

His hands are wrapped around my waist and mine locked around his neck pulling him down slightly.

My skin is on fire - nothing compared to the one before us. Every single pore is set alight by his touch; the feeling foreign and exhilarating. The irregular beat of my heart seems to switch my mind on, and then, and only then, do I realize that Boris The Wolf is kissing me

And I'm kissing him back

Overall, this is not the first time we kissed.