"I hate you so much. I hate the joy I feel whenever I'm around you. I hate it. I hate that stupid poker face of yours, but most of all, I hate myself for falling for you in the end."
Demons are nothing, but trouble, or at least that is what Yuna, an...
"Idiot, " I hissed under my breath, as I watched my tears drip over the inked words on the book.
Closing it shut, hugging it tightly as I heard the curse marks over my arm and neck let out a spine chilling, snake-like hiss into my ears. I sniffed once and twice, before setting the book back down on the desk, and covering it up with sheets of paper as it was before. My hands shivered unstably as I clumsy placed the documents I was meant to deliver over the desk, before making a run to the room's door, ready and set to cry my eyes out back in my own room, but faith did me no justice. Just as I was about to open it, the door slide open on its own, and I was knocked back by hug, before I could catch sight of who had entered, "Yuna . . ."
A hiccup slipped out of my lips upon hearing my name being called and found myself pounding my tired fists over the person's chest.
"I hate you, God damn it!" I yelled, as I pushed the demon away, and wiped away the tears with my sleeve, before narrowing my red eyes at Satan. "How long were you there?!"
He opened his mouth to speak, but slowly closed it, and looked me dead in the eye with the same calm face Lucifer had shown. "I know. . .I know you hate me," he mumbled loud enough for me to only hear him," but if that wasn't the case, would we even be here?"
My mouth went dry, and I did not have my daggers to pull out a cheap threat to shut him up this time. "Did you and Lucifer plan this out? Just because I keep avoiding you?" I spat, while trying to stabilize my shivering breaths. " Why can't you leave me?! Why can't I stop thinking about you?!"
At this point I was practically shouting my lungs out, no longer caring if everyone sleeping in the mansion would hear us. " Why do you love me?! You don't know me! Your just a . . .mhm! " Everything happened so fast, that my teary eyes barely caught sight of the demon's blurry, blond locks brushing past me, before getting my breath sucked away, and just like that . . . He was the only thing and only person in my field of vision.
He tasted like fresh mint, honey . . . And very warm. Oh yes, like . . . Mint tea with a sweet spoon of honey. The bittersweet taste lingered in my mouth as his lips gently locked with mine. I tilted my head to side to deepen the kiss and take in the delightful taste. He let out a soft moan, that I was barely able to catch and felt the tangled knots in my head loosen up at the sound of his voice. His lips were a bit champed and cold, but that was fine with me. This felt . . . Right on so many levels. This was right. His deep- green eyes were open for me only to see up close, but this time they were filled with a remarkable glow. For once in a while I felt needy. My legs became weak for a second, but managed to keep them steady and found myself gently cupping his cold-cheeks; pulling away to breath for a moment, but we were not done just yet.
He looked surprised himself, by his own actions and mine. My mind had let go of thinking and was moving according to instinct. His lips curled into a bashful smile, that set my heart on fire. How come have I never seen that smile? Or did I see it before? I don't remember. I moved one hand to tug the back of his neatly combed, blond hair and showered his lips with kisses repetitively, before letting a gasp slip out of me. He had one hand on my waist and another resting on my cheek, that was a bit warmer than before. A slight blush bloomed over our faces once taking note of what position we were in.
"Your . . . " I could not find the right words in my slightly flustered state as Satan stared at me.
"I'm what, Kitty?" He teased, arm wrapping around my waist pulling me closer, till our bodies were literally pressed up against each other.
"Your . . . I hate you," the words left my mouth without a second thought, but they seemed to brighten up Satan's tired expression.
"I despise you too," his jokey manner made me blush harder (if possible) as he rested his forehead on my shoulder, "but you can't stop me from doing this . . ."
He blew over my neck and left a single love bite on my collarbone. I tugged his hair a bit out of reflex of his teeth against my skin, before relaxing again in his embrace. " Yuna . . . If my love pains you, would my death heal you?"
Thoughts trailing back to the dream I had, my brain panicked at his choice of words, but why? "But we are already past that phase," my voice came back firm and stable, as I glanced at his emerald eyes from the corner of my own deep brown ones. " Satan . . ."
I was stunned how delicately his name rolled out of my tongue, and a sudden hunger urged me to taste his lips all over again, but him resting on my shoulder seemed just as satisfying. The demon pulled away and gave me a quick peck on the lips, before turning back to the documents on his desk that I had bought. His eyes to darkening for a split second, before he regained his composure and turned back to me. "Actually, since your here, there is somethingI have to talk to you about about your curse . . . our curse."
================================= Okay! let me clarifyIfreaking panicked over this myself, and picturing it in my head while writing this made me want to poke out both of my eyeballs. At first I wanted to put part 1 and part 2 into one chapter, but the word count was 2706,so I just divided them. So what what canI say~? Except. . . Your welcome~ (gets into the Mowana vibes) I never really wrote a kiss scene like this in my life, or any kiss scene at all, buthey there isalways a first time! And don't forget to look forward to Satan's song 'Read My Heart'!
