Page 16 of Ex-Mas
“If you’re a good girl, I don’t mind you sleeping in the bed. I kind of missed your drooling,” I tease, watching her as she moves a little closer.
“And what does that mean to Azazel?” she asks. “Or Christmas, or whatever you call yourself these days?”
“No one calls me Azazel, I made it up on the spot,” I admit with a huff. “But if you call me Christmas I’ll bring back that cage.”
She huffs, but tentatively sits on the edge of the bed. “I just meant... this version of you. I used to know what being good foryou looked like, but something tells me it’s different now.”
Damn. She was moving closer to me and my response halted our progress. Baby steps, I guess. “I don’t actually know.” Because I haven’t had any sort of relationship since you. “I don’t think I’m that different. Am I?”
Shrugging a little, she stands up to pace again. “You don’t seem like the Adrian I knew. I didn’t think you’d ever put me in a cage, for example. And you definitely didn’t used to have a tail or wings or that... tongue.”
She’s not wrong. I haven’t felt like myself in a very long time, and was convinced the old me was dead. But she stirs something familiar inside of me I can’t fully grasp yet. I’m different, I’ve changed, but the one thing that hasn’t is how desperately I want to touch her. To keep her. I’d have done anything to make her stay back when I was a human, but now I have powers that ensure she will. Would I have done the same if it were possible back then? Who knows.
“Would you like to see what I can do with this tongue?”
Lys eyes me with a little bit of wariness as she stops walking. “I mean... yeah, obviously, but I still feel pretty gross. Do you everactually shower or bathe down here, or do you actually feel clean when you do that little snappy thing?”
“No, I still like to bathe. Probably another thing that is more habit than anything. Do you not feel clean, Hellcat?”
I look her up and down, and try not to imagine her covered in my cum again.
As she glances down at her body, her eyebrows pinch. “I can see that I am, but no. I guess I don’t. Do you have a bathtub then?”
“Of course I do, but you hate baths.” I have a shower as well, but she doesn’t need to know that yet.
“I think a one-way premature trip to Hell allows me to change a few things about myself,” she mumbles. “If you can grow a tail and horns, why can’t I take a bath?”
“I wouldn’t call it premature, it was past due from my perspective,” I joke. “But fine, bath time it is.”
Using all of my supernatural speed, I grab her and toss her over my shoulder, ensuring I pull a yelp from her as I whisk her off to the bathroom. Setting her down, I watch her take in the oversized black polished tub and glance at the doorless shower that takes up half the space thanks to the multipledetachable shower heads. “Don’t expect clothes when you’re through. Down here, all you get are my shirts.”
She squirms a little, but I can’t exactly tell if it’s because she hates the idea or loves it. “Can you at least turn the music down a little? This song sucks.”
If fucking only.
“The DJ may as well be what you would know as the spawn of Satan. He doesn’t take requests, nor does he listen to volume suggestions. It only stops when I feel any semblance of happiness, and I’m convinced he only does it to make it feel even worse when it comes back on.”
Her face falls a little more, but she begins filling the tub as she looks around. “So you really aren’t happy to see me then.”
Happy doesn’t cover what I feel inside about this woman, but how do I explain it to her when I don’t understand it myself?
She was right, I’m not the same man I was before I died. How could I be? I’ve been broken down here like glass, had pieces stomped into dust that blew away in the breeze, never to be seen again.
And yet... she makes me forget, makes those jagged edges feel smooth and painlessas they slowly slot back together the best they can.
Happy? Lysandra, you make me feel closer to whole than I’ve felt since you killed me, and for this feeling right here, I’d let you do it again.
But this feeling isn’t something that will change the music, because the DJ knows he can never take this away. No song ever could.
It’s mine.
She’s mine.
“I wouldn’t say that.”
It’s a lame response, but it’s all I’ve got right now.
Lys nods, still looking uncharacteristically uncertain as she strips my shirt off and slides in the tub. “Well in that case, I think there’s only one thing to do.” Her fingertips dance on top of the water before she drags the droplets up her arm. “Care to join me?”
