The smell of cinnamon wafted through the room, making your mouth water uncontrollably as it mixed with the sweetness of caramelised apples. As soon as you had gotten to the mansion you had headed to the kitchen, not wanting to keep Kanato waiting; plus the last time you had promised him sweets you hadn't been able to do anything exciting, but now you had time you could make double...some for him, and some for you. The timer on the edge of the counter dinged and you headed over to the fridge, pulling out the pastry you'd made earlier and rolling it out, lining a pie tin before spooning the caramelised apple and cinnamon mixture into it, covering it with the pastry lid then sprinkling on a dusting of sugar. You then headed to the oven, swapping the now-baked cookies already inside with the pie, setting the tray down on the bench. You picked up a cookie and broke a piece off, popping it into your mouth despite the immediate burn you got on your tongue. You grinned, remembering when you were young and always used to pinch a cookie fresh out the oven, right when the chocolate chips were at their gooiest. Good times.
"Baking again?" You jumped, spinning to see that Shu was leaning against the doorway, eyes narrowed with what you assumed to be tiredness; he did look just about ready to fall down. How a vampire had so little stamina was beyond you. "Aren't you sick of it?"
"No, I enjoy it. Want one?" You held out a cookie and he shook his head, a frown making its way onto his face.
"I don't like really sweet things."
"Good thing they're salted caramel." You responded, tossing one across the room at him, smiling as his hand flashed up to catch it, faster than you had ever seen him move before. He considered it for a moment before taking a bite, eyebrows raising slightly.
"Still warm..."
"They did just come out of the oven." You pointed out, finishing off the rest of your cookie.
"This might be the first time a bride has actually baked for Kanato willingly. You really are...strange."
"If I get to eat something sweet as well then it's not really a loss, is it?"
"Hmm..." he shuffled over to the island counter, taking a seat at it and resting his head in his arms. "So you wouldn't object if I asked you to make something for me?"
"Depends on what it is." He gave a lazy smirk, closing his eyes.
"Yes, that's a very appropriately cautious answer. I like it." He murmured, raising a hand to curl his finger, beckoning you to him.
"You know, if you want to drink my blood you're going to have to come over here." You said, exasperation creeping into your tone. "I won't protest if you approach me, but offering myself to you feels...wrong."
"A lewd woman such as yourself shouldn't mind, right?"
"And what makes you think I'm lewd?" You questioned, inching closer. He chuckled slightly, cracking an eyelid to glance at you.
"For one, you enjoyed that kiss Laito gave you earlier. Don't lie, either, I could hear your heart racing from the hall. Then there was Kanato's kiss, down in his doll room. Then there's the times you get bitten...deep down you know you like it. What kind of woman enjoys getting forced to do those things except a masochistic little slut?"
"Woah, harsh. I know your opinions on me...no, scratch that, on women, are not exactly positive but there's no need to―" his hand flashed out, grabbing your arm and yanking you forward onto his lap, your startled yelp muffled by his hand as he drove his fangs into your neck, the other hand brushing dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. He was wrong, you weren't enjoying this at all. The only thing you felt was annoyance, and the slight fear that he would push it further. Otherwise your body was a total dead-zone, barely responding to any of his touches. Maybe it was because it wasn't actually yours, you didn't know. Or, more likely, you simply didn't enjoy getting assaulted at every turn, especially by people with the emotional maturity of an eggplant. You gave a slight snicker at that thought and he pulled away, a bemused expression on his face.
