Page 29 of Hunt Me
‘Yes,’I smile.‘Seemed fitting when I saw the startled look on your pretty face when you fell in the sewers after me. Hunting you only solidified that it’s the perfect name. And then it was set in stone once you told me your real one.’
She laughs.‘Fuck my life,’shaking her head again Fauna moves back to hunting for something.
I stand from the torturous sofa and follow her.
As if realising there isn’t much to the office apart from an empty bottle of booze and some books, Fauna grumpily makes her way into the small kitchenette at the back wall.
‘What?’I ask as she lets out her second audible huff, this one significantly louder than the last.
Fauna slams a cupboard shut.‘I really need a drink!’
‘I think we drank everything last night,’I nod to the empty whiskey bottle scattered in the corner.
‘Of water, you prick.’
Ooo, she is feisty today and lucky for me, it's just the way I like her.
The way her eyes scowl at me only fuels whatever fire is lighting inside of me. Her being hungover and pissed off is a million times better than seeing her cry and suffering.
Although it felt amazing having her curled up against me, finally accepting me. I couldn’t feel anything but pain for her. And I never want her to feel like that again, even if that means dealing with her being pissed off for the foreseeable, at least she’ll have that fight in her eyes.
I grab my small pack where I keep a canister of water. Fauna watches me with suspicion, but her eyes light up when she notices the canister as I walk her way. But instead of watching me, her gaze is fixated on the bottle as she runs her tongue along her lower lip at a traitorously slow pace.
Can I be jealous over a water cannister?
Well, you know what they say… learn something new every day, and today I have learnt that there is no fucking way she’s getting pleasure from this crusty metal bottle without my involvement. Petty as fuck, I know, but I don’t have it in me to care.
Fauna reaches out to grab the bottle from my hand, but I pull back with a smirk.
‘Ah ah,’I tut.‘If you want a drink,’I open the lid,‘you’ll have to be a good girl and open those pretty lips for me.’
She doesn’t react for a second, doesn’t even blink. Then, as if she’s shaken off the shock and when what I have said registers in her mind, a soft blush begins to creep up and across her cheeks. I suppress the groan building inside of me, refraining from following its path with my tongue. It will be no fun if I cavebefore she does; I remind myself to wait for her to follow my instructions.
And, of course, my stubborn little deer refuses, crossing her arms across her chest, lips firmly pressed together in an act of defiance. An act that only makes my body heat in arousal.
I shrug, tipping some of the water into my mouth making sure it is a couple of inches from my lips so that she can see the clear liquid. I swallow, humming a little louder than necessary as the hydration helps with my hungover thirst.
My tongue darts out in calculated precision, catching a splash of water that has hit the bottom of my lip.
Fauna watches my movement, pursing her lips.‘Dick,’she mutters as she shifts on her feet the adjustment causing her thighs to press together.
I laugh,‘horny thing aren’t you.’
Her eyes snap from where they lingered on my lips to my own, but I don’t miss how they quickly flick downwards again, stealing another glance.
I smirk, raising an eyebrow, and the colour of her flush deepens.
‘That’s not…’ She stammers,‘oh fuck off.’
My smile falls as she turns to walk away from me and a brief rush of panic hits me. I grab her arm before she can take more than a step.
‘Come on, it’s just a bit of fun. It’s good to laugh, we are in an apocalypse you know,’I try to smile softly but fuck I’ve not been like this in… forever.
Fauna must feel my slight desperation because she turns back towards me.
‘Oh yeh, I’m sorry.’She says and I relax at her apology. I knew she’d see the bright side of things.‘I forgot that being hunted by a mad man in a skull mask who then got me drunk and got me to say stupid shit was all a bit of fun in the sunny old apocalypse.’
I smile. She totally gets it.
