Fanatic

Ch.4 □ Mala mìa (Sorry)

When it was his turn to talk about his favourite scenes he just remembered the lies - and the simplicity of pure feelings seemed preposterous; almost impossible.

"Yeah," I start to say, looking at him - feeling his body heat trying to push the fact I was getting chills up and down my body.

"Not like you don't know, a habit I grew that I would like to not talk about" he says, his eyes drifting to my lips. I moved my head trying to hide the smirk on my features

He moves the mouse pad, as I take the chips bag munching on it. "you were hungry, I got some other stuff too - check it" I humm in obedience.

"You treat me so good Daddy," I say - not giving it too much thought. I had always found it crazy how much we joke around and never turn things awkward, it was something I would not trade for the world's fortunes. Actually I would - I mean its fortunes I could use some cash, but meh you get the point.

I take out the chocolate, putting my empty coffee cup down. Resting my head on his lap, I look up at him. "don't burn me with your smoke," I warn

"Never," he says puffing his smoke away.

I smile, finding the way he inhaled magical on its own - I took a moment trying to open the chocolate bar my too long finger nails making it slightly harder than it might appear. I gesture and he does the job shaking his head, "see my point of spoiled"

I mimicked his expression "Oh look at me, I have a real estate company and I can open a chocolate bar I am so strong. Ahhgg" I groaned, making fun.

He laughed, "That was a very bad impression hand on." he said giving me my chocolate, I broke a bar giving him a bit. He looked away from the screen opening his mouth for me - I attempted to put the bar neatly in, but I had to touch his lips feeling the soft pink. I looked away, not able to focus on the show I started a conversation.

"My siblings came back yesterday,"

"Oh that sucks," he replied. I nodded looking at him.

In no time his fingertips were rubbing on my lower lip, "what? Chocolate?" I asked.

He shook his head in denial, I bit his thumb giggling. I got up reaching for his neck and crashed my lips on his "give me your tongue," we both said at the same time - making me giggle and reach for the pin in my hair and pulling it out, letting my hair cascade down my back.

I grabbed at his throat enjoying the taste of him, I pulled away looking at him a small smile on my lips. I pushed my hair to the side, giving him room to numb at my neck moving the laptop to the side,

"Z..... Xander!" I lowly, moaned his name - hating myself for sounding that vulnerable

"fuck say that again," his hands roamed at my waist. "You actually have a waist," he said.

I laughed, bringing his face yet again to meet mine, tracing the lip I came too addicted to.

I smiled, he gave my lips a small peck smiling at me. "what?" he asked.

"Nothing, its a little cold is all, " I answered, he took a breath pulling me even closer if that was even physically possible.

"Is that a canceled invite under your shirt?" he asked. Making me giggle, humming in agreement, "that was worth a shot,"

"Is that what this is? a shot? hit or not?" I asked.
He did not know how to answer - making me roll my eyes, "I am just messing with you. Gee" I giggled. He took a breath yet again in relief, his arms hugging my back.

We kissed yet again, I straddled his waist. His herculean fingertips rubbed at my cheek bones as I grabbed my ringing phone. "don't tell me you need to leave," he said,