ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ: ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘᴀᴅᴇꜱ (3)
Part 3:
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"V-valentine Special?" the waiter repeated, as he glanced over at an irked Satan, who was pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Hey, my eyes are down here!" I snapped my fingers at the waiter, causing him to slightly jump. "Get us some ginger tea with that as well."
"O-of course lady Yuna!" The waiter scurried away to the staircase leading to the first floor, leaving me and Satan alone to take in the whole situation.
"Honestly," I looked back at the blond demon once hearing him speak, while grinning in triumph.
"What's wrong?" I hummed tease-fully as he pulled out his glasses to busy himself with reading the small book he had been carrying around with him ever since we left the Royal Library.
"Y-you shouldn't make reckless decisions like that," upon hearing his response, I titled my head to the side to catch a glimpse of his flushed face, that was struggling to keep a straight and emotionless expression, and boy did he look bewitching.
"Tsk tsk tsk, your fumming red," his eyes widened as if feeling exposed and managed an awkward cough.
Lowering his head, I could spot his jade-green eyes peeking at me curiously. "You do know the price of that order," his words came out a bit muffled due to him covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
Hearing that coming from him somehow made me feel more flustered than necessary. Easy for him to say, its usually me whose trying to avoid such scenarios, because of all the attention that weighs down on it. . . Yet . . . it sure has been a while since we last kiss- Nope nope, not crossing that line! Hanging out like this is . . . enough. . .
Snapping out of my thoughts for a second, once noticing an uncomfortable silence in the air, I rested my elbow on the table, and plopped my chin into my palm, while glancing over at the demon sitting across me, who seemed to have surprisingly recovered swiftly from his previous blushing state; replacing it with the usual poker face. His lemon-blond hair looks so soft and silky brushing over his eyes ever so faintly, emerald-green pupils so calm and focused, sitting elegantly with his back straight and one leg crossed over the other . . . Who in hell would I be trying to fool if I said he was not as devilishly fine as an angel? Looking now, he would in fact not make a half-bad prince of Netherlands. Wait hold up, what?!
"Here is your ordered, fine dish . . . Lady Yuna?"
"Hmm yes, a very fine dish. Can't imagine sharing it" I blurted out, while still dazing into then air, until Satan looked away from his book, and at me with a troubled expression and questionably raised eyebrow.
My body stiffened. I shook my head and looked back at the waiter, who was awkwardly looking back and forth between me and the blond demon. " Uhm, the payment for the cake is ten- thousand grimme, unless you willing to offer a small service," the waiter spoke with a nervous smile, while waving over to an older demon waiting next to the stairs, whom was holding a camera.
I could sense Satan's gaze on me as I opened my mouth to speak. . . Maybe this isn't such a great idea. I mean ten-thousand grimme for a cake? They might just use this picture to get more customers, but what if this somehow backfires? "Here is the money," Satan's voice intruded, before a word could slip out of me, and handed the waiter a pouch filled with shimmering- golden-grimme coins. " Thank you sir," despite his grateful attitude and all, the worker seemed a bit disappointed as he shooed away his co-worker, whom was holding the camera and left our table.
"I'm capable of speaking you know," I hissed, trying so hard to act mad and frustrated as I leaned over the small table.
"Ow, really?" he smirked cheekily, cutting a small slice of the cake with his fork and holding the treat an inch away from my face, while resting his cheek in his free palm, "Say 'ahh' for me then."
"Its not as romantic as in books you know," I spat, standing up from my seat and walking over to him; taking hold of his hand that held the dessert's fork; shoving in the creamy sweetness it held.
For a moment, I took my time savoring the exploding flavor in my mouth with eyes closed and arms crossed. "Its not that bad," I looked back at him and he seemed quite stunned. "What?"
He did not react in anyway and just kept staring at me eyes softening and at ease, yet somehow. . . Startled . "Yuna, you . . . Mhm!" His words became drowned as my body moved on its own, hands gently cupping his cheeks, and lips crashing down against his in a battle to resist a thriving desire.
One of his hands found themselves to the nap of my neck and tilted his head further more to the side, bringing in a pleading need for more to enlighten between us. My knees buckled beneath me. It felt like getting hit by a million shockwaves. So warm . . . I need just a little-little more.
Satan, leisurely pulled away, before licking the corner of my lips in delight. His heavy breathes brushed against my flushed-face as I stared down at him, his cheeks dipped in a red hue and luscious lips plumped. "Don't let it get to your head," I spoke, narrowing my eyes at him, but could not look away from his tender smiling face, and leaned back down to lay a quick peck, before taking a swift breath; pressing my lips against the cold surface of the side of his neck's skin.
It was like tofu, cold, soft and gleefully mellow. My hands tugged his black collar down so that the magic could finally start. I could feel him grimace under me and shudder against the pleasure. How am I supposed to hold myself back when he acts like this? Well at least there are no moans . . . Now that I think of it . . . Nah, never mind. This needs a lot of time and delicacy. "We can't do this here," I whispered, placing one final and firm kiss over the red masterpiece that had formed over his skin.
The sight of it alone made me feel better about not taking up the offer of the Valentine Special. This was ten-times better . His expression was priceless. Pulling away I felt the cheap smile on the demon's lips was somehow mocking me, "That wasn't so bad."
"Whatever," was all I could come up with as a response during the moment, before sinking back into my own seat. "Anyway, it's getting late, where do you want to go after this?"
The satisfied smile did not leave Satan's lips, as he stabbed his slice of cake with his fork, while busying himself with his library book once again.
"Let's go home."
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Okay, what in God's name what did I just do there?! Idk! Honestly it wasn't meant to turn out that way, and I somehow have to urge to bang my head against a wall. Idk if you guys have been traumatized like me, but as you can see I can barely handle writing a small make out session. This chapter was supposed to be fluff, but I don't know what to label it anymore! Hopefully I don't lose my last brain cells in the last chapter for this side story.(>~<)
Alright~ In celebration of me finally getting Xiao, it's time I tag a few random users~
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