In love with a criminal.

play fight.

     The sun was blinding her, even with her eyes closed. She felt warm, even thought the blankets have been hogged last night by the stupid albino killer next to her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing something she didn't want to see, she was indeed warm. Not by blankets,  or from heavy clothing, by soul. His legs were in tangled with her own, and his hand was upon her stomach.  "so much for running away In the morning..." she thought. 

      "It's only ten o'clock,  what the hell are you doing up? Oh, and here's a idea. Go make your new roommate breakfast! Isn't that what girls do?" With his eyes still closed, he grinned at his own words.

       "So do you call all your victims roomates? Or is this a new thing." She groaned.

    "Maka I already told you, I'm not going to kill you." he said proping up on his elbows.

     "Yeah yeah,  I'm just your little pet. I fucking get it, I have no where else to go. Theirs not use in running off anyway. I ran away from home." She mumbled under her breath. 

      He patted her shoulder,  until what she said caught his attention. 

     "Why do you feel the need to do what you do, yunno being a criminal?"

   He hesitantly looked down before answering her question.

    "It's like a desire, nobody can control it. In my life I have felt so much hatred I had to find a way to get it out." He whispered.  Almost seeming ashamed of admitting it.

   She placed a hand on his shoulder smiling,  and stuck a cigarette into his mouth for him and lighting it.

     "For a bad guy you're pretty good in my opinion." She stated pushing his shoulder in a playful manner.

    He stood up, and that's when she noticed his chiseled chest. Their was a large scar down it, it lead from his shoulder to his side.

   "So you wanna play fight, hmm?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows and making her giggle.

    She took that as a challenge and pushed him on the floor, making him land on his pile of clothes.  She smiled at her own doing, until he grabbed her leg and she landed on top of him. Her legs were on both sides of his hips. Her hands were at his shoulders, their noses were touching.

    "How long are we going to be in this award situation?" He asked. She could feel his breath against her lips. And she smell the cigarette he was smoking.

   "Why, is the big guy nervous?" She asked smirking to herself.

  "No, acually....This big guy is trying so hard not to rip your clothes off and fuck you." Their lips were merely inches apart.