Chapter 12

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As Faustus gently caressed her face with his hand, another echoing knock occurred. Zelda arose, only to gently be pushed back into her seat by Faustus. She smirked, knowing what was to come in a matter of seconds.

F: "Let me get it this time."

Z: "If you insist."

He twisted the lock and swung the wooden door open.

L: "oh so you're here too. I suppose that I should come in then."

F: "Not so fast.."

As the words left his mouth, a firm arm blocked liliths path to the kitchen. Zelda stood up, slightly peering across the room to the front door. She laughed to herself quietly and lit a cigarette.

L: "We must...discuss an important matter."

Faustus looked confused but intrigued.

Z: "Let her in Faustus. I'm sure something interesting will leave her vicious lips."

He looked at zelda with a raised eyebrow.

Z: "oh no not like that you dirty bastard."

He laughed with relief.
She rolled her eyes at him but smiled contently.

Z: "what is it you want lilith?"

L: "Have you told your precious husband of our little recontre the other day?"

Z: "Yes, not that it's any of your business, but I have. Just to be clear I explained that it was a mistake and how you are ridiculous, needy and,how do I put it, oh yes that's right, pathetic."

Faustus laughed and put a hand on Zeldas thigh. She smirked and took a drag of her cigarette before ushering lilith to the door.

L: "You find yourself so funny don't you? Oh don't threat, I'll be back."

Z: "No I don't think you will."

Zelda laughed and opened the door aggressively. Lilith scurried out and Zelda locked the door after her.

Z: "That's quite enough for tonight."

She muttered to herself as she walked towards the stairs.

F: "Where are you going?"

Z: "To bed. Are you coming?"

He followed after her quietly and with a sigh he climbed into bed. She got in soon after and he put an arm around her waist, wrapping her up in a warm embrace. She smiled and turned to face him. She gently kissed his lips and he kissed hers. He held the side of her face lightly, but pulled her closer with every endearment. He grabbed her waist, ready to lift her onto him, but she stopped him.

Z: "No Faustus, not tonight."

She rolled back over, putting her back to him, and with a sense of concern, he whispered:

F: "What's wrong my love?"

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