Vanilla

Let The Games...

AN: Being honest here, this took me a long time. Jesus Christ. Anyway, enjoy!

Leon Butane was fighting a losing battle.

Recess was around the corner, and he dreaded his anticipation. The pencil in his hand, he lost count, maybe number seven, snapped from the pressure as he watched his heart attack chit-chat with another.

Look at Myata feigning innocence. Nothing innocent about that filthy girl. Now that he knew what existed underneath that skirt, his chest squeezed with his jeans turning tight. The suppleness of those hidden mounds taunted him as she leaned on her desk to laugh at some joke Langle said. Only her underwear had kept him from seeing the pink cherry underneath in that picture. A photo that she had sent him.

Curse squishy thighs and a tilted angle!

Imaginery blood rushed to his face every time he looked at her. Snap! Whelp, there went his last pencil. Beep! Beep! Beep! At least the final class ended for the day, time to go get lunch. He got up, moved his feet quickly to the door, and practically rushed out the hallway, only for a speeding blur to tackle him and latch onto his arm. There was that pesky blood again. Looking down at his nemesis forced his blood to race.

"Hi!"

Myata grinned kindly at him, grabbing his arm for her ritual arm-possession. He frowned. Best to ignore her, except she placed his arm in a new position that made his body shiver. Right in the center of her chest, between the valley of perkiness. Things went rigid fast. A body cooked between an open fire, and the flames of passion burned as she led him to the cafeteria to pick up their meals.

Hugging with all her might, she hid her smirk in the folds of his sleeve, feeling the way his body stiffened once he realized she forwent wearing a bra. Poor, delusional Leon, fighting a losing war. Would be so much easier if he gave in and became her mate. Why fight when making love was so much better? Giggle! Maybe it was the idea of him fighting so hard, or perhaps it was mere filth of it all, but teasing him made her engine purr. She wanted him to know about her state of undress. She wanted him to look at that picture she sent.

Myata wanted Leon to want her.

So far, judging by the way his pulse sped up, his body already staged a coup against his brain. Mutiny at its finest, she only needed to up the filth, and sooner or later, he would claim her. Now, that led to the question of how to tease him next? Huh? Maybe more of her booty? An easy thing to do, and she already had the perfect idea for when she caught him in the library next. A little snip-snip there, and some leaning here, and things might turn hot. Hot! Deliciously so.

Oh, speaking of mouth-watering goodness, her tummy rumbled in protest.

Humph! Stubborn stomach. Always thinking about food, never thinking about the yummy morsel caught in her arms. If only she found a way to appease that craving, but her diet consisted of sugars, protein, milk, and everything in-between! So unless Leon hid some secret milkshake from her, then off to the cafeteria they went. Not a problem. Thanks to his futile running, they were one of the first people there and received their food lickety-split. Never once did she release his arm, pressing her body firmly to muscle that enjoyed the sensation.

Never once did his blush vanish, not until they reached their table and ate in silence.

Then she leaned into his body, sighing blissfully with her cheek rested against his shoulder. He purposely looked away, only for her to reach out and scoop a smidge of food from his cheek and lick it clean off her finger with her tongue taking long, sensual strokes. When the audible pop came, he groaned, and if that wasn't enough, she reached out for a banana and dipped it into some strawberry cream. One dip, two dip, three dip and four, and there she went, licking the filling clean off the fruit with eyes innocent and body pressed.