Ares was amused, but not unaffected by her request.
His assessment of her was spot on so far. She was a spoiled brat used to getting her way. Little wonder she could ask for a kiss out of the blue.
"Sure, you can get a kiss. But first, you must sign a contract with Mr unicorn," he replied.
"Con-tract? Like marr-i-age?" Her words slurred, as she swayed back and forth, whilst clapping.
"Huh?"
"Am I going to marry Mr unicorn, Mr funny?!" She burst into a series of giggles.
Ares took a deep breath. He could do this, he thought. Nevermind wanting to push her off his body, and rid himself off the scent of her body that was surprisingly satisfying.
"Boss—erhhhm, I mean, Mr unicorn. Are you going to marry the ma'am?" Xander asked.
Ares shot him daggers, and it was all he could do not to burst out laughing.
"If that's what you want, princess," he finally replied.
"It's Angel, but princess is cool too. And sure, unicorn. Let's get married!" She pumped a fist in the air, grinding on his body.
He stiffened. She was doing it again. Playing with his crotch. For someone who was skinny as she was, she did have some cakes on her.
Snapping out of it, he raised one finger. From the darkness behind him, a figure approached them, wielding a document.
Xander knew Smoke was around somewhere, and almost smiled when his thoughts became justified.
"Who's that?" Angel suddenly gasped. "The grim reaper?"
Smoke handed the document to Ares, and just like his name, dissolved back into the darkness.
"He's gone!" She blurted again.
"Yes, princess. But here's the document. Do you want to sign it now?" Ares asked, picking a pen from his shirt pocket.
"Okay!" She shrugged, accepting the pen.
Her hands were shaky, but after his guidance, she was able to sign the papers.
A sigh of relief escaped his throat. Smoke appeared again, startling Angel.
"Whoa! He just keeps coming," she said.
Ares returned the document to him, and he disappeared out of sight.
"Now, for my kiss," she said, already closing her eyes, and projecting her puckered lips.
Ares looked at Xander who was certainly amused.
"Good luck boss," he mouthed to him.
"You're lucky you're my best friend," he replied in his heart.
Facing Angel again, he took a deep breath, and placed his hand at the back of her head.
Her hair was strangely soft. Extremely caressing to the hands.
Slowly, he tilted her head to the side, and brought his lips on hers.
He planned to be quick with it, but as soon as he tasted the cherry mint of her lips, something kicked in him.
It didn't help that she was instantly responsive.
Their mouths moved hungrily, and in sync. There was no innocence to that kiss.
However, she suddenly became unresponsive.
In a split second, he heard a snore. Flabbergasted, he pulled out, and discovered she had fallen asleep in the middle of a kiss!
Xander who clocked what had happened couldn't hold it in anymore. Throwing his head back, he laughed out his heart.
"When you're done, take the brat off my legs, and to the room you prepared."
"Yes boss," he replied, but continued laughing.
The next morning, Angel tossed on her bed thrice. From one end, to the other, and then as she rolled again, she fell to the ground, landing with a thud.
"Ouch!" She let out a yelp, and her eyes flew open.
The first sense she usually used every morning she woke up was her nose. She would inhale, and lavender fragrance would fill her nostrils.
Today, it was her skin. Her side hurt from the massive fall off the bed.
"Why'd you have to fall that way, Angel?" She chided herself, as she dragged her body from the floor, back to the bed.
Seated, she closed her eyes, and opened multiple times, to rid off the tiredness she could still feel.
When she opened her eyes the fifth time, they were as clear as day.
"Oh God!" Her eyes widened following her sudden outburst. "The exhibit is today!"
She sprang to her feet, and dashed to her closet. Where it used to be at least.
Much to her astonishment, there was absolutely nothing there.
"Wait a second," she muttered, looking around.
Save for the bed, and two doors, there was absolutely nothing else in the room.
"What the hell?!" She screeched when she looked at the walls.
They were painted an ugly shade of blue. Her nose instantly wrinkled. She would rather wrinkle than have her walls painted in that ugly, masculine colour.
"Where am I?" She questioned herself, when it finally dawned on her she wasn't in her room.
"Have I—" she began to panic as she looked around.
She didn't want to burst out in absolute fear yet.
It couldn't be that bad. She just had to sit and think.
She returned to the bed, and began to think.
"Okay. I went out with the girls— and then?" She wheezed out. "The unicorn!"
Locking eyes with the door, she spontaneously dashed towards it.
She pushed it open, and stepped into another room.
"What the heck?"
There was a woman seated with her back against her. She was rocking back and forth on a chair, humming a song.
Something straight out of a horror movie.
Angel carefully tiptoed towards her. "Hey, hello ma'am? I'm Angel, and I really need to find my way back home. See I have this exhibition—"
The woman turned halfway into her yap session, and she inhaled sharply.
She was clearly older, but also hauntingly beautiful.
"Angel. You've grown up so much."
Her already widened eyes, widened some more.
"You know my name? Who are you? Where's the unicorn? I really need to leave!"
"You are—"
The door opened, and Xander stepped into the room.
"Mr funny!" She blurted out when she turned, and saw the intruder.
However, she wasn't expecting the two other menacing looking men that followed after him.
"That's her," he simply said, and they set to work.
"What are you doing?" She asked, sensing there was danger ahead.
She began to move back, but couldn't escape the cold hands of both men.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed, and began to kick as they grabbed her.
"Do you know who I am? Do you know the family I'm from, you dirty kidnappers? My father would have your head if he finds out about this!"
Everyone ignored her rants, as they continued towards the bosses hall.
The doors of the hall opened, and she was carried in and dropped to the ground.
"That's right, get your filthy hands o—" she was screaming at them when she turned.
Just like the previous night, her eyes lit up when she saw the light directly from the window, shining on a man in all black, with his head down, and his hair covering his face.
"Unicorn?" She called in her head.
As if he heard her voice, he slowly began to lift his head. When it was all the way up, their eyes met.
His, brooding and lethargic. Hers, like a doe, that could bring the strongest man to his knees.
"Wow!" She blurted, captivated by the man on the throne.