She looked mortified.
And I liked it so much.
I was completely impressed, internally congratulating myself.
The playing field had been leveled.
I was winning now.
I repeated the question for her.
"Is next semester another name for the garden between your legs?"
She let out a sound of disbelief.
"You did not just ask me that," she muttered under her breath in surprise.
I shrugged slightly.
"Well if it is, I will be genuinenly happy to be drop kicked there mercury."
She froze for a split second.
Her hand went to her hair and she instantly understood why she was mercury.
She glanced back at me.
The stare turned into a glare.
"How dare you?!" She mused.
I smiled without teeth.
Then...
She exploded with laughter.
The sound is genuine and unhinged as she nearly doubled over from making it.
She raised her back and and I could see her wiping a fake tear from her eye.
"Wow, just wow," she began.
But she didn't sound impressed.
"That happened to me so bad it almost looped back around to being funny."
I grabbed my chest at her words as if I had just felt a sharp pain there.
"Ouch! That hurt," I joked.
She shook her head.
"You are unbelievable bluey," she said to me with an exasperated sigh.
I nodded in agreement.
But she leaned in, taking me by surprise as my breath instantly hitched.
Her voice dropped to a mock whisper.
"Too bad I don't hand out participation trophies for terrible flirting."
That one hit harder than the first.
She was really good at jabs—the sassy, cheeky and impudent potatoe.
"Maybe you should start."
She eyed me slowly.
"Maybe I should, and maybe I should not either," she mused.
She shrugged.
Then she flicked my nose a bit hard and stepped back with a smirk.
"Stay in school, kid."
"Well, only if you will teach me indelicate things after the lights are out miss."
Her jaw fell open.
I grinned in triumph.
She simply just stared at me for about a solid three seconds.
I was sure that she was wondering if I was probably high on some type of drugs.
"You're hopeless," she taunted before sighing dramatically.
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Maybe I'm not."
She gave me a dirty look.
"You can't say that because you are like a walking pick-up line generator."
"That is a compliment," I instantly interuppted her.
But she ignored me and just carried on with what she had been saying.
"The difference is yours is set to desperate and otherworldly delusional."
I winced.
I clutched my chest again.
"That was brutal."
She crossed her arms.
"Tell you what—if you shut up for the rest of this closet sentence," she began.
I quirked a brow at her.
"I really won't tell everyone that you tried to flirt like a medieval bard on crack."
Did I really sound like that?
Maybe to her.
But a medieval bard on crack was good enough of a description to me.
"Deal?" She asked.
She offered me her palms.
I snorted, moving it away.
"You may not remember sweetie," I began to say, going closer to her.
I looked down at her, genuinenly glad to be using my few inch height advantage.
She stared up at me in confusion.
I reached for her hair and gently began to caress it without looking at her.
And when I tuned to her, her eyes narrowed in a mix of suspision and confusion.
She craned her neck slightly in order to properly meet my gaze.
And she seemed to be quite unimpressed by the little height difference.
"Ohhh, so that's the game? Tryna tower over me like some discount vampire?"
She abruptly grabbed your collar and yanked me down to her eye level.
She did it with such surprising strength that I was left gasping down at her.
"Newsflash, Shakespeare—I can bite back, and it's really not in the fun way."
Her smirk is all teeth.
And my heart had simply forgotten how to pump blood at the normal rate.
Gallons and gallons were flowing through every of my blood vessel uncontrollably.
The place where her fingers brushed my skin was tingling with warmth.
My body was on fire.
And I was breathless as fuck.
"Mind your manners."
She released me with a shove.
"Now sit, Bluey."
I stared down at her.
The sexual tension between the both was palpable at this time.
Her eyes were filled with desire, beckoning to me without her even knowing.
Fire swiftly consumed me as if I were dry grass properly dunked in gasoline.
I would like to be dominated by her.
The thought nearly made me cum.
"I will sit, Mercury, but not before I get a taste," I whisper softly.
Then I leaned down and lipped her.