Venturously Yours,

Infinitily Caballing

Eliot tried to not to choke on her spit. What the fuck did he just say? And stupidly, why was that rousing?

Then Octavius bursted out laughing. "You should have seen your face."

Her mouth floundered open and close. "Excuse me?"

"When you don't know what to say, you do the 'excuse me' thing. It's kinda cute. Now get on."

Is he really going to pretend he didn't just say that? Like it was some squalid joke?

"No way! You- just cannot talk to me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like what you just said right now."

"Right right. Of course, I was kidding about it." He didn't look sincere. In fact, he looked like a really naughty boy who enjoyed dabbling in unwaveringly bold jokes.

"Are you getting on?" Why did that sound like are you getting turned on?

"No more jokes, Octavia!" His kissable lips curled at the new nickname. His head tilt back, laughing.

"You are cute. Now get your sweet ass back on my bike."

As she began to mount, she made a point to keep space between them. Like hell, she was going anywhere near him. After his words, she somehow became conscious.

When Octavius didn't feel the familiar swells against him, he clicks his tongue. The fact she made a purposeful move to keep them distant, made him hungry for more.

He was an artist. He seeks for the unattainable, something that cannot be caged. They need the wings to fly out and simply to be let free.

But for the first time in life, he wanted to cage Eliot. Keep her to him because his bloody mind wouldn't stop thinking about her since last night.

Like all sneaky men owning bikes, unashamedly he did the same thing. With a sudden throttle in the engine, he jerked his bike forward and she felt the arms clutching his abs and those swells were right up against his back.

"You are mean." But her words were gasped.

He said over his shoulder, smirkingly. "I like being mean."

They speed down the road in tensed comfort and soon, he stopped in front of her house. As she got down, she snapped open her helmet and shoved to his chest.

"I don't like you."

He chuckled uproariously, mounting off his bike and opened the compartment to take out her groceries.

"I'm only being a friend." Taking the bags without even handing them to her, he starts to walk back to the house.

"You mean a fiend." She stomps behind him, moving him aside so that she could open the door with her keys.

"I'm back." She called out in the empty house, hoping Elixir was found somewhere. When no one responded, she trotted down into the empty kitchen. Where has she gone?

Hearing his footsteps coming from behind, she turned plastering a fake smile. "So your lover isn't here. How about you give me those-" motioning to the brown sacks on his arms. "-and off you pop?"

His muscles bunched as he placed the bags onto the counter. "She isn't my lover. We are just friends."

Then, he thought to himself. He usually said those words with a bit of grueling and as if it was churned with poison when he spoke them out but now, it was so easy.

Slipped out of him like liquid sucked through a straw.

She planted her hands on her hips, arching a brow. "I don't believe that."