| The eleventh had, thankfully, passed without a hitch. Vexen hadn't even seen his pink-haired tormentor throughout the entire day. As he settled his head into the pillows, he allowed himself to let out a sigh of relief. Maybe Marluxia was finally getting the idea what he wasn't wanted. A sudden rustle somewhere in his room made him sit up quickly, glancing around for any signs of movement. But there was nothing, not even an irksome dusk. Scolding himself for being so paranoid, Vexen leaned back again, only to find the movement barred as something warm pressed into the nape of his neck. Shocked, he jerked forwards again, already gripping the bedsheets that had barely been covering his naked body. Suddenly the air was thick with the overpowering scent of roses. The voice behind him was deep and husky and dripping with unwanted seduction, just like he expected. "Happy 411 Day, Vexen. Ready to play?" |











--
Got 411?
--
I don't date vampires' i kill them.
Most of the time.
Ok, some of the time.
Oh fuck it
<Anita blake Quote>
To tell the truth.
I want one >X3
*hug*
--
Got 411?
--
I don't date vampires' i kill them.
Most of the time.
Ok, some of the time.
Oh fuck it
<Anita blake Quote>
To tell the truth.
I want one >X3
--
Got 411?
Previous Page12345...Next Page