The road to my place is peaceful and quiet. Hisoka and I walk hand in hand as we look up at the stars. Fireflies light up in the grass while frogs and crickets croon.

I ask him the only thing on my mind. "Where did you learn to dance?"

He smiles. "I figured when you told me to wear comfortable shoes that we were going dancing. You're a dancer so it makes sense that you'd want to. I went on your FunTube channel and watched a fair amount of your videos. Since most of it's choreographed, all I had to do was study your patterns and figure out how to fall in rhythm with you. I focused on dance styles you tend to favor."

"And you just started watching videos and practicing moves today?"

"I initially watched a few after we met at Heaven's Arena when I started looking you up. But I watched a lot more after I saw you with the Phantom Troupe. In a way, watching your videos made me feel like a part of you was with me."

"So you mastered all my choreography in a week?"

"Just the basics of the core Latin dance styles." He shrugs as I continue to stare at him skeptically, "What can I say? I'm quick study. If it makes you feel better, I probably couldn't gyrate like you were with those women. I simply don't have the back for it. I'd prefer watching to doing anyway." He runs his hand along my butt and tries to lift my dress to see the curvature.

I quickly smack his hand away. As he giggles, I realize he probably did that to make me hit him, touch him. "I was a bit hubris tonight. Dancing is not fighting, their physicality just isn't the same. So I definitely should've stretched more."

"I guess that's one human thing about you," I respond as I look at him out of the corner of my eye.

Outside the bungalow I hear his stomach growl, which makes me smile. I took him dancing first to help increase his appetite and I'm happy to say my plan worked. While dinner heats up I go to the bathroom to freshen up. Since it's kind of cold tonight I change into an oversized sweater I stumble across in the closet. I'm so glad my younger self had the foresight to pack away some practical clothes. Later when we're eating, he devours the food like it's his last meal.

I watch his teeth tear through the chicken, his lips suck the juice out of the papaya, and his fingertips crunch into the plantains. The sauce smears slightly on his mouth and I want to lick it up so bad. It gets so aggressive that some of the coconut milk squirts on my cheek as he eats. He doesn't even notice. I don't know why this turns me on, but it does. I wipe away the milk wondering if he'll find me as juicy as this meal.

While he's in the bathroom, I put on some music, turn off the lights, light some candles, then get comfortable on the couch. Should I take my underwear off or is that too much? Pretty sure we're headed down that road, but he'll probably still want to take the lead, so I leave them on. When he comes out he lays on the couch with me, propping his head on my breasts and his hand on my waist, but it doesn't feel sexual.

Soon he closes his eyes and doses off. Must've gotten the itis from all the food. Or maybe he's tired from our little dance session. Or whatever he was doing before he got here. "I guess you're more human than I thought," I say to the top of his head. Admittedly this isn't the way I pictured the night going , but Hisoka falling asleep in my arms isn't half bad either. 

It's nice to know he trusts me enough to let his guard down and that we can be comfortable around each other. The face of the sweet little boy is back when he closes his eyes. I run my fingers through his hair until I eventually fall asleep too.

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I come to with the blur of candlelight flashing in my face, music still playing, and the weight of Hisoka's head digging into my chest. Okay, this isn't cute anymore. I slide from underneath him and begin blowing out the candles. Ginuwine's "Only When You're Lonely" is playing and I hum along to the beat. Though it's a sweet melody and I love the hook, this song could hardly be considered romantic since it's about a toxic relationship where a woman's stringing a guy along. 

When I see the wine glasses in the sink, I decide to pour myself some of the Lambrusco Hisoka brought. I prop myself up by a lit candle on the kitchen counter, grab the glass and the bottle. After I put the bottle down and look up, Hisoka's standing in front of me, amber eyes glowing in the dim lit room, looking creepy as ever. Out of reflex my nen fires up briefly. My fingers press into the glass in an effort not to throw its contents in his face. 

What the hell is with the stealth mode? "It's okay to make some noise when you come into a room, you know."

He grins. "I didn't want to disturb you."

"Too late," I say before taking a sip. Though he doesn't deserve it I share my drink with him. After he takes a sip, he puts the glass back in the sink then spreads my knees apart so he can get in between them. He wraps my arms around his neck and begins wading back and forth in a slow dance. His head rests on mine again as I follow his pace.

His hands travel to my waist and hips. My thighs squeeze around his torso. We're both barefoot. I smell the wine on our breath and feel the heat of it on my cheeks. His lips brush against mine. "I never know if it's safe to kiss you."

"Funny, I was thinking the same about you," I say.

He smiles at this and presses his lips into mine while his hand caresses the side of my face. Everything freezes in that moment and all the air leaves my body. He still smells like cedarwood. My chest raises into his while goosebumps travel up my legs and chest. 

We dig into each other's flesh the longer we kiss. I bite and suck his bottom lip, which is so full and moist. The song's syrupy hook and hum feels so good on my skin along with Hisoka's body and gaze. This music's more romantic than I remember it being.

As I close my eyes 

I start thinking things 

Is this love real love 

And all that it brings.

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SKIP TO SECTION MARKED END OF SEXUAL CONTENT

His tongue tickles my lips until it finds mine lightly stroking it before his lips surround my tongue to suck on it. This makes both my mouth and sex wet, but I won't run away from the feeling this time. I grab fistfuls of his hair and he moans when I tug at it. My kisses travel down his neck and earlobe. He pulls on my sweater then my waist. He's getting turned on now. Guess all he needed was a power nap.

One of his hands slips under my sweater to grab my ass, his thumb rubs my hip crease, while the other massages a breast. Hisoka backs away for a moment to take off his shirt and stomach band. Everything on him is so tight and smooth. 

I reach out and touch his 8-pack and his broad chest. You know what makes this funny? I'm not typically attracted to men with pale skin, but girl...as his biceps brace, I realize he takes up more space without his shirt on, or maybe it feels that way because I can't take my eyes off of him.

I reach for the edges of my sweater, but he picks it up instead. "Allow me," he says before sliding it over my head. His eyes twitch as they travel hungrily down my body. I always thought he memorized what I looked like naked before my bath at Heaven's Arena, but he really enjoys unveiling parts of my body. 

Hisoka snaps off my bra and slips off my panties. Glad I left them on for him. I cross my legs as if I want him to have one last gift to unwrap. The bulge in his pants grows as he takes me in, his breath gets heavier. "You're so beautiful," he says.

"So are you," I say.

He closes in again to kiss me, grabs my breasts and uses his thumb nails to play with my nipples; when hard they're the size of silver dollars. "They're so big," he says into my neck. He slips down to my chest and buries his head in my cleavage. I start to moan when he runs his lips along my nipples before kissing them. 

My pussy begins contracting as I watch him. My breasts tingle as he does this, all my nerve endings fire up, swollen and hard as the knobs on the cabinets. My back arches as he pinches them and lightly touches my areolas.

He's doing so good, I'm almost mad when his kisses go down to my waist. He kisses my abs while squeezing my thighs. Reaching to the back he squeezes my ass and bites his lip. Flesh overflows in his hands. With the way he's grabbing it I wouldn't be surprised if he wants to go doggy-style later. 

Hisoka pulls me closer to edge of the counter, unfolds my legs then kneels on the floor. I put my legs over his shoulders, and I feel myself contracting as he gets closer to my clit. He kisses and nibbles at my inner thighs then buries his nose and face between my legs. He sniffs like it's a flower, rubs his lips against mine.

I giggle as I think about something he said earlier. "Now that I've got you on your knees, does that make me a worthy opponent?" I barely finish the question when he licks all the way up my vagina, sending a shiver through my spine. "Hmm, maybe," he says before slowly kissing my clit. He alternates between gently tugging at my clit with his lips and massaging the outline my sex. 

I scoot my pelvis closer as my flesh puckers. I look down at him staring between my legs, studying me. My nipples are so stiff, they sting. It's harder to keep breath inside my body. I rub a hand through his wavy air. The tip of Hisoka's tongue begins to flick my clit. I feel myself swelling and leaking all over his tongue.

One of my legs drop and he inserts one then two fingers inside me. I'm surprised how smooth it feels given his cat nails. His fingers press against my upper wall slowly moving back until he finds a ridge and motions back and forth against it. After a few minutes, pressure begins to build inside me, like the urge to pee. 

I can't believe he's trying to make me squirt. The few partners I've had before could never do it. I've cum that way once before and it was by accident when I was touching myself a few years ago. Who taught him how to do this? Though I can see him having a few lovers over the years I don't see many women intriguing him that much as a loner who views himself as superior to most. That, and he probably scares them away by being...himself.

I'm brought back to the present moment when his fingers pick up speed. My other leg drops and he pinches my clit with his other hand. Fuck, I'm getting close already? I contract around his fingers like a heartbeat, my whole pelvis feels like it's being pounded. Groaning, I grab and squeeze my breasts, slipping my nipples between my fingers. I look down and see him looking right back at me with a familiar mischievous grin. His sunset eyes are glowing brighter than ever. He's trying to seduce me all over again. "Don't look at me like that," I mutter, but it's too late.

The muscles in his arm brace as he finger fucks me and strokes my clit. It feels like I'm melting over his hand when I cum down his palm but he doesn't stop or slow down. My eyes roll back and I scream because I can't hold it in anymore. I pull his hair hard and tighten my thighs around his arms, but it's no use. If anything, that only motivates him.

He cries out too as I yank his hair then replaces his fingers with his mouth and sucks the life out of me. When my legs wrap around his neck, he lifts me off the counter, his hands digging into my ass. Trembling, ears popping, I feel a little dizzy at first, but after he smacks the shit out of my ass I'm brought back into focus. 

My clit needs a breather so I push myself back onto the counter and he stands. He kisses me like an attack, the sheen of his lips spreads to mine. He inserts the fingers he had inside me into my mouth and I suck on them as hard as I can. His pupils are so faded I can barely tell they're there anymore.

I reach down and squeeze his erection, which makes his eyes drift and his mouth open in a moan. He's so hard and thick in my hands all I can think is I can't wait to have him inside me.

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Suddenly Hisoka's body starts to go rigid and he whispers, "I think we have an expected guest."

Uhhh, they can't come back in an hour?  Who the hell could be spying on me at this hour and why? You know what, it doesn't even matter because whoever's out there is getting their ass beat on principle. I hastily throw my sweater on then turn on En to sense who's in my space. 

"Who could get past the fence?" As soon as I ask the question, I realize exactly who it is. I'm surprised I didn't sense this sooner. I was probably so turned on in the moment, I wasn't even paying attention.

"Do you want me to handle it?" Hisoka asks. His head's by mine as he speaks into my neck, trying to act normal.

As much as I'd like to see that, it'd be irresponsible. I'm so pissed by what I'm about to say next that a vein pops out on my left temple. I pull Hisoka closer to me in a hug. "Can we take a rain check on tonight?"

His pupils come back into focus like daggers. I know this isn't what either of us was expecting to hear, but I need to nip the matter outside in the bud. Alone. "Are you sure you don't want me to just kill them so we can get back to what we were doing?"

I stroke the side of his face. "I wish it were that simple." He sighs and narrows his eyes at the front door. I pull him in close for a few last kisses. "I promise I'll return the favor soon."

He looks at me sternly before picking up his shirt. His hard-on sags sadly in his pants. "You better."

I walk him toward the back of the bungalow to see him off. "I'll text you tomorrow." As he takes a few steps away from me, I feel compelled to set a boundary. "Hisoka." He turns around halfway. "Please don't eavesdrop. My nen's on high alert now so I'll know if you're still here."

"Fine. Enjoy the rest of your evening," he says bitterly. I watch him quietly disappear into the trees, like he was never here. 

I know, honey. I was looking forward to tonight too. I wonder how I'm going to get back in his good graces now.

I roll my eyes as I turn to go back in the house. I put on a pair of leggings and flats before walking out the front door to meet him. I hope this motherfucker doesn't think he's coming inside.

He's leaning against the right wall, arms folded, head downturned. "Took you long enough to get out here."

I follow suit and fold my arms in annoyance. "I'm not in the habit of waiting on men. Now, why the fuck are you here?"

Ging smirks and looks up at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes gleaming. "It's good to see you too."

Author's Note: I've been waiting to write this scene as long as some of you have been waiting to read it! 😆😆😆There'll be more in the future. I just want the first time Hisoka and Oby have sex to feel earned and like there's more to it than physical. Make sure to VOTE for this chapter. Leave any comments if you have them. Is there anything/anyone you want to see in the story coming up?

P.S. What do you think of me writing a section or two from Hisoka's POV?  Let me know! Thanks for your time. XOXOX