Venturously Yours,

Lordly Vanity

The cool air-conditioned vent blew the tops of his hair, Octavius couldn't help but twitch. He could still feel those round tits pressed upon his back, her thighs barricading his. He knew what this was.

Lust.

This is all red-blooded lust.

He never once felt this sort of burn when he was with Elixir. With her, it's more careful cautious looking, teasing and soft touches. He would probably make sweet love to Elixir. The kind that she deserves.

Then, his eyes zeroed to the wicked taut ass in those skin tight jeans moving ahead of him. He wanted to peel off those jeans with his teeth and bit into her flesh.

He swallowed. This is why I hate lust.

It kills his brain. Demoralizing it into something so base. He watched with vain as Eliot try to remove the shopping cart from the row of stacked shopping cart.

Is she trying to pretend that she can't pull the cart from the rack just to get him to do for her? If she is, he could see right through it.

Yet on impulse, he went behind her. His hands coming around her, caging as he pulls the cart out with just a tug.

"Thank you." Eliot glances up, smiling as if not at all perturbed by his presence.

He frowned, why isn't she reacting to him? Then again, why the fuck does he even care. He shook his head, replying. "No problem."

As they strode into the first aisle, looking aimlessly at shelves with food they really don't need but simply increasing the time of this useless walk. She felt like he was purposely dragging himself with him.

Like it was for a favor. She knew he didn't care to walk with her but was maybe being just polite.

It annoyed her but she couldn't let it bother herself. Unable to keep the tenseness from brewing, Eliot spoke up first.

To dissipate the silence.

"What's with the hair colour?"

Unconsciously, he ran his fingers through it. The muscles on his arm rolling. "If I say I was born with it, would you believe it?"

She snorted. Thankfully he had a sense of humor. "It's kinda hard to do that because literally no one is born like that."

He huffed. "I'm different than the rest."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh boy. You are the god-sent-me-for-the-ultimate-purpose type of men, aren't you?"

He chuckled and he grew quiet. Wow, is it this hard to carry on a conversation or was she losing her touch?

Eliot could talk anyone's ear off but for some reason this inhuman and gut like feeling trapezes in her, that this guy didn't simply talk to just anyone.

She felt like he was holding back but then it could be just her imagination. Everyone in the world had something to say, be it whatever it may be. They all want to be heard.

It's a good sense to listen and talk in a natural conversation. However, this wasn't so natural. He kept staring at the ground as he walked by her.

Maybe he wasn't interested in talking.

After another weird round of silence, he offered quietly. "I like blue, that's all."

She stops at the chips aisle and looked back at him, clearly surprised that he replied to her initial inquiry of his peculiar hair color of choice.

"It suits you. You wear it well."

As she began to plop different packets of various flavors of crisps, Octavius tucks his hands into his pocket. "So..."