Raine Aksenov
Paris, France: Carpeaux Mental Institution
5:45 P.M.
"Raine..."
...
"Raine..."
...
"Gorgeous..."
As I opened my eyes, they were greeted by another pair of hazel orbs and pearly white teeth forming a toothy grin, "So I really just have to call you 'Gorgeous' only then you'll respond?"
Blinking a few times, I rubbed my eyes with my thumb in a circular motion before I sat up and stretched my limbs. Looking at Saccharide, he looked concerned so I raised my eyebrow and gave him a questioning look. He hesitantly looked me straight in the eyes before spitting out the answer, "Sorry, I can't help myself so while you were sleeping—"
Not letting him continue his sentence, I kneeled on the seat to look myself on the little mirror his car had on the top. There were no new marks, I was fully dressed and there was no evidence that he did that sort of thing.
"Pfft—"
Slowly getting back on my original position, I rolled my eyes and gave him a death glare although I wasn't sure if I was really emitting a death glare has.
"You really think I would do that to you, huh?" He chuckled and kissed my forehead, "I'd rather have you fuck me than me fucking you."
He said with a vulgar tone but his soft hazel eyes tell otherwise, "You slept pretty long so I finally canceled the skin laser therapy..." His expression turned down just a little bit as he told me about the cancellation.
His face lightened "Well I didn't exactly cancel it, I switched it to exclusive skincare and gave it to somebody else..."
"Who are the lucky people?" I giggled.
I was hoping that he'd cancel it and get a refund from it but it was nice that he was thinking of a diversion for Klavier. I think I'll let this pass for a moment because it was for great reason.
"Racquel and Klavier..." he shrugged and explained, "That best friend of yours isn't easy to please. I wasn't trying to please him but you know, I don't want that freak getting in the way of our date..."
He went through troubles for my sake. And I'm down to earth because of my bothered conscience.
"I'm sorry..." I muttered, "It's just I don't want to erase your marks on me, It's the reason why we're finally here..."
Before I could even look up to smile at him, a hand pushed my head and our lips molded into one. He entered the car without separating our lips then closed the door. His long legs kneeled between my legs as he passionately looked at me with those burning eyes.
I stopped moving my lips to speak before caressing his cheeks, "I love you, Saccharide..."
My heart dropped when he stared at me for a few moments before saying the two words which drain my sanity every time he says them.
Saccharide sighed and said, "Not now—"
"You'll wait for me, right?" He asked and kissed me on the cheeks.
"Of course..." I answered with my usual smile
But this time, it's fake.
But for how long...?
I've said many times that I'll wait for him but my patience kept multiplying but every worry and doubt diminishes it twice as much as it replicates.
'It's like waiting for a cake to bake but in an unopened oven,' I thought and let him get back on the driver's seat.
Spring started days ago and Racquel reported told me that he will declare our love to the school but with all of this jeopardy going. His plans must have been jumbled by stress. Personally, I don't care about the tradition but declaring his love for me will take away all those judgments.
I want them to see that he can love...
That's the catch for me...
He waved a paper bag in front of me before putting it back inside the compartment under his seat, "Doctor Porscha really wanted to meet you but I said you were asleep so I just got my medicines without you..."
"My! Did I sleep too long?!"I exclaimed and looked at him with apologetic eyes.
"Not long for me to explore you..." he smiled warmly, "But yeah, I got my medicine and my 5-minute treatment. You know, just to make sure I'm stable throughout our date," he looked back as he put the car on the reverse so he could get out safely from our parking spot.
I blushed and sat there to gaze at his exposed arms, it was full of scars but they looked rustically contrast with the patter and the light tone of his skin. All of a sudden a lewd image flew over the hemisphere of my brain that made me look away from the perfect view of him. Because of my dream awhile ago, I can't look at him properly without picturing Racquel on his lap while they were kissing in front of him.
I looked away and kept my eyes fixated on the road instead of his mythology charm. He must have noticed me spacing out so he touched my hand and called me, "Did you dream about me?"
My heart boomed as I glared at his hand on mine before answering, "... actually, I did!"
"Did I do it gentle or rough?" He seriously said.
My eyes spun around its socket, trying my best to find the answer but before I could open my lips, he laughed and patted my head instead of letting me answer, "I know you don't have fantasies like that but when you dream of me again. Remember that I like fast and forceful," his voice became oddly deep when he said the last part so my face lit up like a lava lamp on a night.
Wiggling his eyebrows he provoked me to feel uneasy about the things that happened when I am asleep, "Hey. I still didn't tell what I did when you were asleep..."
"What is it?" I questioned before my curiosity kicked in and I scooted closer to him.
"You'll find out soon, my dear," he answered as he sped the car to ran past the other medium speed vehicles.
I tried to accustom myself to his cockiness so I seized the hand he was holding my hand in and kissed it before saying, "Surprise me then-"
Saccharide...
"-asshole..."
When I said that, we ran past a red light. Luckily, no cops were around. He looked back to see if we're in trouble before he stepped on the brake forcefully because of the traffic ahead.
"You've got stop saying that..." he smirked and turned on the heavy tint of his window.
I blushed when the meaning of the tinted windows tainted my thoughts, he leaned in, kissed the inside of my earlobe before whispering, "- because if I developed a fetish for ass holes-"
I shouldn't have said that.
"You've got to take responsibility for it," he bit my ear and coaxed a shameful moan from my mouth.
His lips were obviously craving for mine but thankfully, a car horn warned us that the column of cars in front of us have moved already, indicating that the traffic has moved and our car was the only one keeping them on hold.
"Saved by the horn, my dear," he uttered before grinning, "Next time, I'll get you..."
Whoever owns the car behind us, thanks for saving me from another melting point!
I'll thank you for my life...