Winnie on the hunt Dennis X Winnie

Chapter 20

Hey guys! I should have chapters for Wednesday and Thursday, but none after until Monday at best. Happy Thnxgiving!

    After a few calls, a post on the social networks for celebration, Dennis and Winnie were on the railing sliding down to the first floor.

    "Wait!" Winnie said holding him back.

    Dennis was confused, but soon the realization hit him when she crouched, slowly creeping towards an untouched witch's broom.

    "I'm thinking we should ride in style!" Winnie whispered winking.

    "You're insane." Dennis said chuckling.

    Dennis knew he could easily have hypnotized a witch into giving them a broom, but Winnie LOVED to sneak and chase, she loved the thrill, the hunt, that's why she loved him so much, Dennis was her prey.

    "C'mon!" Winnie said patting the back part.

    Dennis reluctantly took a seat, before a rocket like thrust, shot them forward through the revolving doors.

    "AAAH!!!" Dennis called latching his fingers around Winnie.

    After a few minutes he felt the speed adjust a bit more to his liking, but he was still a little scared.

    "You can let go zing zing, but I wouldn't mind if you didn't." Winnie said giggling. "Plus if you fall you can just turn into a bat."

    Dennis mentally facepalmed his stupidity and opened his eyes, he grinned at the amazing view, it reminded him of flying Blobby from camp Winnepacaca to the hotel.

    "Hey, where did you learn to fly?" Dennis asked.

    "My grandma wasn't always a werewolf, she was once a witch, she taught me a couple tricks, such as flight and even a magic spell or two."

    "Cool! Can you teach me anything?" Dennis asked.

    Winnie smirked and slowed down, keeping a side by side seat with him.

    "There are PLENTY of things I could teach you, zing." She whispered kissing his cheek.

    "I think even if we wanted to, a broom mid flight is NOT a place to do it." Dennis said covering his mouth in laughter at the thought.

    "True, but I hear there is a secluded spot on the beach." Winnie suggested.

    "Uh, are you talking about," Dennis began.

    "Yep," Winnie said winking. "THAT kind of beach."

    Dennis blushed furiously red.

    "How secluded would it be?" Dennis questioned, slightly sweating at the thought of seeing others at this place.

    "Only you, me, and the water." Winnie said turning back towards the end of the broom to bring back speed.

    "No monsters? Or humans?" Dennis asked again.

    "Don't worry Zing, no one will see you," Winnie assured.

    "Is it wrong that it's not just about who sees me?" Dennis asked a little sheepishly.

    Winnie giggled.

    "No one's gonna see me, and even if they did, it won't change who I'm for." Winnie said with a beaming smile.

    "It's more than that, you deserve your privacy, your right, dang, I probably wouldn't have kissed you until now unless you asked." Dennis said chuckling at the thought.

    "Oh, I ALWAYS want your kisses," Winnie said. "I hope we'll share many here."

    Dennis nodded as she pointed down, slowly losing altitude, after a few minutes they could feel the grass brushing along their feet, before the broom halted.

    Getting up, Dennis looked towards some overhanging branches, between which he could see the rumbling waters of the enticing beach, like an oasis in the desert.

    "Okay, swimsuits first," Winnie said passing him his trunks. "but if the coast is clear . . ."

    Dennis nodded, still a red tinge to his cheeks at the thought.