Two words.
Two dangerous words.
Such words coming into ominous union had the sleeping chained beast within me, desperately clawing its way out, demanding its right to claim
What are those two lethal words that will rapidly drive my sanity up the wall?
Nikita.
Moaning.
Identity of my biggest rival: Cheese-Stuffed crust Hawaiian pizza.
"Mmhm... this is gooo... mmhm.." Licking cheesy sauce dripping from the corner of equally delicious lips had unlocked a new unusual kink in me. But there is one hard lesson that I'm currently learning tonight: a moaning Nikita is a dangerous Nikita.
Crouching forward while doing my best to not lose grip on my composure, I propped and carefully pushed two fluffy throw pillows over my lap as I am at the mercy of a naive little Cinnya-bun enjoying her pizza by the cliffside.
"Of all things to be jealous of? A pizza?! I'm losing against a damn stuffed-crust pizza. What the hell?" Shaking my head as I muttered through my forced smile, I placed two fluffy throw pillows on my lap, gathering whatever self-control I have left in my heated body.
Resting my forehead on my left hand as my right is firmly gripping my knee, I felt a soft dainty hand gently massaging my left shoulder while her chin rested on my right bicep.
"Ansel? Why aren't you eating? Do I do something wrong?" Apologetic worry filled her emerald eyes as Nikita rubbed her cheek on my arm in silence.
"You did nothing wrong. So that means you have no reason to apologize." Reassuring Nikita with a forehead kiss, her delicate shoulders proceeded to slump in unspoken defeat.
I meant what I said, she did nothing wrong. It's the damn pizza's fault, not my sweet Nikita's.
Unable to mask her dissatisfaction with not helping me out, Nikita firmly kissed my shoulder then she continued to wrap her arms around my waist as she rested her head over my right shoulder blade.
"Nikita... Come here." Suggesting Nikita into letting me hug her while prying her arms open proved to be futile as she hid her head further behind me.
"I'm sorry, Ansel. I won't do it again." Hearing Nikita apologize through her muted sniffles shattered my heart into a million pieces. Kissing the top of her head as I caressed her back felt like the most useless thing I could do for her.
I know I can do more than this. I can fix this.
God knows I would burn the whole world if it dared tried to harm her.
Thinking of a solution to calm her down, Nikita finally spoke.
"I'm sorry for lacking boundaries."
Her whimpered answer had me stunned.
Nikita continued, "I wasn't taught about healthy boundaries growing up."
This feels like she's letting out repressed pain.
Painful as it was to feel her pain left stains on the back of my shirt, I felt that I have to reassure Nikita that she was safe with me.
Pondering the best way to communicate my sincerity towards Nikita was my top priority.
Wiping away the beads of sweat off her forehead, filling up my lungs with Nikita's essence, I muttered, "I'm here, Nikita. I got you." Kissing her forehead to reassure her, I repeated, "I plan on working hard to earn your trust and love. Never forget, I got you."
With that, Nikita Obsidian finally came undone.
Steeling herself as if expecting me to abandon her, I asked,
"What can I do to make you feel safe?"