What a day, he had so much to do, after their meeting with Aonaka, he and Lilja had clicked once again. He couldn’t explain it, he had slept on it, and he even have meditation a go, but he couldn’t come up with a reason why he felt the way he did about this woman. He didn’t stay at her hotel room, he didn’t want to. Not because he didn’t like her, but because she was different than the women he had usually shared his affections with, where they were temporary he felt the desire to make her last, to extend their time together and maybe one day even get… Together, physically and mentally… What was he doing with himself?


Kenny stopped in a flower shop, his towering form looming over the flower stands, he knelt down to smell a white rose, it didn’t have much of a scent, maybe faint perfume? No, these weren’t good enough, he shook his head and moved over to the next stand, he wanted to get her roses, but they had to be special roses. Something that gave her an impression about how beautiful he thought she was. He had already gone through half of the flower shop; daisies, daffodils, pink roses, yellow roses, orange roses, but nothing that amounted up to his expectation of Lilja. A hand traced down the stand as he walked on before finally stopping at the second to last stand, and he thought about what he was doing.. Flowers? How cliche could he be! He looked down at the flowers before him, they were red roses, lush and full like her lips, and a slender stem. He knew what he had to get… Without much word, and a hasty ‘thank you’ to the shop owner he ran out of the shop and down the street.

Flowers were too cliche! She was a woman of intellect! And this he swung into a liquor store  and snatched up the finest bottle of red wine they had, “Hell yeah.” he pumped his fist, holding the olive bottle up to the sun light, it was red in color and the shopkeeper had told him it was a fine wine, he didn’t care about rather it was fine or not, he paid for it and would make it fine if he had to. He continued down his way to the hotel.


Lips pressed together in whistling form as a tune left them, one similar to the tune of ‘kill bill’, when he arrived at the hotel front door the receptionist asked him his business, Kenny didn’t answer he instead did the worker one better, he instead gave the man a single rose and muttered something about him being one of the most fair hotel employees he hd ever seen. While the receptionist sat confused by the other male’s antics, Kenny quickly bolted up the stairs and charged his way up to the third floor. A child was toppled over, a man was tossed aside, lesser casualties in Kenny’s war for Lilja’s affection.  


“Ok, nothing to it, I can do this.” he assured himself as he arrived at her door, “Maker bless.” he raised a hand to knock on the door, he did so twice a simple ‘knock knock’ to let her he had arrived. He had dressed lightly, his usual leather jacket, plain pants and shit nothing too special. He felt like a fool, she probably had on that stunning dress she had on last time, and this delicious heels. His mind became hazy as he thought about her apparel from two nights ago. A goofy grin spread across his lips as he looked up at the ceiling absent mindedly, the way her dress clung to her curves and how those heels made her calves pop, boy he wouldn’t mind having those heels on his shoulders for a few hours. He was hopeless.

It's in my blood.

Nastasya had thought about wearing the same dress as she did last time but she normally didn't do that, had no idea what was planned and thus had brought the dress to the cleaners without being too much troubled about it. She had actually made sure she looked well today, even if it might be a game or even when it might not be a game to her, it was still important to look well. She had no idea what was going to happen, a stroll in the park maybe, as he mentioned to be fan of that.

She was wearing a light blue jeans, that stopped just above her ankles and on her hips. Above that she was wearing a cream coloured shirt, one of the last ones that was left over before the accident. She hadn't worn this one in weeks. It was with a bit of lace at the rim and stopped a bit before her hips and would just show a bit of skin. She would hide more of her body today or like more of her skin. So he wouldn't feel the cold coming from it all the time. Before Kenny would connect it to being dead. She had drank this morning or well right before the sun came up, which should be long enough to hold on for today.
However because she just had returned and had prepared herself, curled the last parts of her hair and applied make-up and so on, she was now asleep on the bed. She hated mornings, she hated the sun.

Victoire was scratching on the door and tried to make sure Nastasya would wake up but it was difficult. Finally she woke up, rubbed her eyes, making a mistake, pushing away some of her mascara and jumped up, she overslept, practically. She ran to her mirror, to fix the make up, while saying: "Almost ready!' When she fixed that one mistake she turned to the door, letting Victoire out and staring up to Kenny, she was prepared, was wearing black heels with a strap around her ankle. Perfectly for walking. One strain of her hair was plastered to her cheek, she obviously looked like she just woke up. She might even sounded sleepy but she looked ready, so that was it.

He got lost in his thoughts for a moment, he had something to say… Well ask… Well, it wasn’t all that major so he could hold it off for now. He was actually supposed to be looking for a job, knighthood wasn’t going to come cheap! But then he thought about it before he went to bed last night; why would he of all people be a knight? He like acting up, and throwing down. He liked fighting, hitting on women, and drinking himself silly. He couldn’t be a knight! It was a stark realization, he would have to tell her later on when they go through the park. Maybe she had a guild he could get in on, or maybe she had some answers to his questions.


Seconds passed, a scratching came from behind the door, was she alright? He wasn’t the type to barge into the room guns blazing, but he could make an exception had ilja been in danger. Bah! He had spoken to himself about this! He wasn’t in love with her, he just liked her… Or something else. He couldn’t put a finger on it. That day it felt like he loved her, but he felt a lot of things, he was over thinking this really. It was too early for that word. That filthy word. Damned dirty word.


He heard her call from the other end of the door, breaking his train of thought, he had to just relax. He needed it, He was almost ready to push himself into a relationship, not that he would mind, but he had to stay true to form and learn more about her before he asked her to be his other half. The gruff young man sighed, no matter, he still enjoye her company and whatever he felt for her would either grow or die down within the next few meetings.

When she opened the door, he gasped, she looked beautiful and adorable! DId she just wake up? Damn the effect she had on him, just when he thought he knew what he thought about what he wanted from her, she changed him up again. “Well, morning!” he joked sliding the hair pend to her cheek off of her face, and gave her a soft kiss, this seemed perfect; she looked half asleep and he needed some relaxation time, thus he made up his mind, “You look beautiful Lilja, as always. Hey, how about we lay off of the walk and spend a little more time getting to know each other?” he asked.

“We can just spend the day in bed relaxing,” when she would allow him he would enter the room, and take off most of his things, his boots, over coat and shirt, “C’mon, why don’t you slip into something comfy so we can take the day off?”

It's in my blood.

As Victoire was in front of the door, Nastasya had to shove her softly away with her foot before she would be able to open the door. She would have to wait for the white fox to return but she actually suspected that the little fox would scratch the door again. Something the hotel would probably not be so happy about. She absolutely didn't care at all.

She took a step aside with a flusthered face when he removed the hair strain stuck to her cheek. She pouted a little, she had been very careful, had drank blood so that would explain why she was able to blush now. She was tired, that happened when you became a creature of the night. Lilja, it was so weird to hear her name, but she had to refrain herself from correcting him. There was a reason why she hadn't point out the mistake. He had wanted to become a knight.

"Yeah come in. That sounds like a plan." She had already taken a step aside but made sure it looked like he was welcome to enter. She looked around in the hallway to see if Victoire was coming but she knew the little fox would only get muddy paws and nothing worse. She simply shut the door and turned to look back at Kenny. He must be rather comfortable with her because he took off most of his clothing and asked of her to do the same. She immediately took of her heels, that was a good idea. She waited to the point when Kenny was done and turned with swaying hips her back to him. She had to look like something he couldn't have, he should want her. She was out of his reach as she pulled off her cream coloured shirt and went to look into her wardrobe. Tiptoeing as she tried to find the shirt that she was looking for. It was a light purple sweater that would fit perfectly with her hair and the jeans she was wearing, it was rather big, too big for her and thus rather comfortable.

She was so curious to how he would react but she shouldn't act too fast. It would only push him away.

Kenny watched little Victorie leave the room and walk down the hall, that fox was too smart for her own good. It was almost like she suspected when Kenny wanted to make a move on her companion and just helped him out by not sticking around for too long. It wasn’t that he wanted her gone, but when it came to Lilja, he usually wanted to be able to show her his affections in privacy, away from wandering eyes.


He rested on her bed, sitting down giving it a few test bounces before completely relaxing on one side, what they would do in here was beyond him, maybe they could make order a bunch of food from room service or order a bunch of towels from room service! Or just harass room service! He didn’t really care what they did, as long as he was with her. Gosh, that feeling of want was coming back, he wanted to see more or of her, yet that night he was careful not to get too close to her.

“I do have a light announcement,” he rested his arms behind his head, “I’ve decided that I don’t quite want to be a knight anymore, instead I think I’m going to give joining a guild a try.” he spoke calmly looking at her, though when he spoke he caught a look at those lovely hips that she so wonderfully swayed. He sat up, hands gripping the sheets of the bed, as he leaned forward eyes following every sway, he cleared his throat and tried to regain whatever he was going to say, but all he could muster up was a gasp, when she went up to her wardrobe. When she pulled off her shirt he’d gasp again, was she going to… Nope, a sweater came into play a sweater blocking his view! He bit his lower lip and rested against the rail of her bed, “You look very cute…” he feigned a smile, “But uh I had something else in mind…” he patted the side of the bed next to him, “I mean do you usually sleep in sweaters?”

He had to hide his excitement, he was going to tug on that sweater by the time they were done, that was a promise he made to himself… He wanted her, he wanted get closer, she was so close, he wanted the taste of her kiss, but yet he was so far down the road that something as meager as a sweater could stop his momentum. "Um question..." he got up from the bed, and paced up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, "Have you ever considered um... Uh. Have you ever considered rather or not we should uh what's the word? Uhhhh date?"

It's in my blood.

Nastasya was slow with her switching clothes, again through the corner of her eye she could see Kenny thanks to the mirror. Also the mirror showed her body for him, was she getting too thin? She had a wasp waist but got a little out of that, "What guild would you want to join?" she decided to ask with a soft voice because she was aware of many guilds, she was also aware of the same question that Aonaka had asked her and that she in the end had told him about Grimoire Heart. She still had not forgiven herself.

He called her cute and she tried to blush again and look at Kenny over her shoulder. She had put the sweater on and turned around to look at Kenny in general, "You said get comfortable, does that imply sleeping? I can wear something else if you meant for sleeping?" Oh yes. She had something else, it was up to him to get that ball rolling. She turned back to the wardrobe to look for that one dress that was meant for sleeping, secret lingery. But she first closed the doors of the wardrobe as she felt Kenny coming closer and putting his arms around her waist, that again made her feel like she was maybe too thin. However she would probably never gain weight or anything anymore now she was living on blood. She blushed on commando again, "You want to date me? I would like to." She leaned her back to the back so she could lean in to Kenny, "But what do you want?"

“Well I’ve heard of a few here and there, but I need to go find one for myself, I’m hoping to join one before the year’s end. If I’m lucky.” he kept his tone low as he looked into the mirror, she looked cute in her large sweater, his eyes traced down the wardrobe only looking in it for a moment. She had a lot of clothes with her and all he had was maybe… Seven total outfits back home, laundry was easy to get done but he’d need to he more clothes one of these days. “Maybe I’ll get recruited one of these days.”


He loved how she blushed, it only added to her adorable expression, she was sleepy, her hair was a mess, and her face was red, if she had gotten any cuter he’d probably faint out of shock and amusement. “I’d say wear whatever you like, buuut that sweater and no jeans would make do. If you want me to be picky.” he Omega rested his chin on her shoulder as he thought about her question, “What I want?” he thought about it. When she leaned into him his hold tightened a tad bit, her curves immersed in his embrace.

“I want you, I can’t lie, I’ve thought about no one but you the past few days, I can’t stop thinking about you, I want to do so much with you, yet we’ve only known eachother for a few days.” the question was a good one, and he didn’t want to sound too cliche but he felt this way entirely, “I want to see you every morning, and fall asleep with you every night. That’s atleast what I want when I think of you. I think you’re the perfect woman.”

“But right now I just want to kiss you.

It's in my blood.

Was it too easy? Was she too easy? She had no idea what she really thought or what she had to do, it was just that well it was the plan, she had to see Yumi. She had to ask things but she didn't want to rely on the old woman. She could do things greatly on her own. She nodded softly more to herself than to anyone else in this room. The only person being able to see it would be Kenny but it seemed like she nodded to what he just said. She could hear him speak, hear him say the words that she anticipated on, "Who said I didn't plan to loose these jeans?" She already picked at the button with her fingers and maybe even wriggle herself out of it, well why not. So she simply did it. That's why she stood there in her sweather alone.

She listened to him, she was really surprised at how a man could think so easily. Especially about a woman he didn't know? Was it the charms of a vampire or something? Was it simply herself? Was it something or was she overthinking this situation way more than it should. She couldn't help but smile, she made it a cute smile in case he would be able to see in the mirror. She took in every bit of information, hearing Yumi her voice again in her head, not really attractive if she asked herself.

With a slow gesture she put her hands on his, still on her waist and made sure that they would be a little loose, so she could kick her jeans away and turn around in his arms, "What's stopping you from doing that?" She asked, meaning the kiss and she tiptoed. Damn why was she so tiny compared to him, she had to make sure that he would bend to her too otherwise she couldn't reach. Well she simply wrapped her arms around him and pulled her closer to kiss him. She had to take action, she had to make him want her every single day, every little minute if she wanted to continue with this act. Which was so different for her, she never actually thought about what was needed or what she wanted. It was just something she had to do.

While she was kissing, someone was knocking on the door, "Message for miss Lilja from Lucifer." God dammit! What now? She broke the kiss and with an angry face stared at the door. She turned to Kenny, gave her sweetest smile and stepped out of his arms and to the door, she opened it as much as was needed and grabbed the note, thanked the man and watch Victoire enter and leave to the bathroom. Great situation.

“
He was surprised by just how bold she had became, turning around and kissing him, he ofcourse kissed her back craning his torso down so she wouldn’t have to reach up all that far to exchange a kiss with him. It was what he wanted all this time, a kiss, her kiss. It was as soft as the first, and he felt the same fireworks that went off with the first in this one. She was bold, he liked it, more so because he was the bold type too, and what better person suited someone daring than someone even more daring?


And then there was the well timed knock on the door, he let her go, he liked the anger she showed, she seemed ticked off to break up the kiss, though when she opened the door that anger seemed to vanish at the name Lucifer. Omega wasn’t one to poke into people’s business, and he surely wasn’t the jealous type, but something about the way her manner changed irked his nerves. From angry to happy, he wanted to ask just who or what this Lucifer was… but it wasn’t any of his concern or atleast that was what he told himself.”Hey, you got mail…” he stepped aside and rubbed the back of his neck.


He wanted to ask about it, but he didn’t say much on it instead he just sat on the bed and waited for her to get done reading it… “Mail is nice.” he waved to Victoire as she entered and immediately headed for the bathroom… What was in there that, that little dog enjoyed so much?

“
He flinched when she slammed the door, when she leaned against the door he cleared his throat and waited for her to speak. “It’s fine.” he assured her, it wasn’t fine, who could have been sending her a letter at this time of day? Was she married? What if she was married? What if it was her boyfriend? Then he would have been kissing someone who was already with somebody, oh maker was he a home wrecker? His eyes widened, what if she had children? She looked young, he was positive she was young, but she could of had a baby! Was she just playing with him? Damn it all he wanted to know what that letter said. “Not important?” he stared at the waste bin she had tossed the letter in, what if it was important? What if they were scheduled to have dinner or something? Why was he asking so many questions? He shook his head to rid himself of whatever he was feeling. When she muttered the word jealous, he tensed up and hid his face with one of his hands, “N-no,” he stuttered, cheeks turning red.


“D-do you kiss other men?” he watched her lay next to him, he felt a sort of anxiety at the thought, then again they weren’t dating so she could do as she please, but the very idea made his heart sink.

He laid next to her and rolled ontop of her, hands pressed against the bed to suspend his body above hers, “If you do though… i guess I’ll have to just try harder so you don’t need to go kissing other guys.” he joked, lowering his lips into hers in a bit of a deeper kiss.

It's in my blood.

He repeated it when she said it wasn't important, "Lucifer is my colleague, we work together on specific jobs in town. If citizens need help. He owns the pub in town. The one we visited with Aonaka." She simply shrugged and looked one more time at the letter in the bin but shrugged, even if he would read it, it was only a question to meet her tomorrow morning.

She would lay on the bed. She mentioned if he wondered if she kissed other men, again he repeated the question. It seemed he was a bit confused about everything that was going on. However he seemed to take action and kiss her this time. She pushed her lips hard against his, right she wasn't used to this but she would have to come up with something. She opened her mouth and licked his lips. Right she would give everything for him to believe her now. Actually it was true as well, "There is no one I have to kiss but you." She whispered in his ear before she kissed him again.

“
“Colleague” was she trying to defuse his jealousy? Pssh, he wasn’t jealous of this lucifer guy… Even though he was probably a more capable person in terms of magic and status… “Owns the pub?” he echoed her words, he seemed to be doing that a lot today, echoing words, he looked at her, he didn’t know what to make of it, but if she said it wasn’t important, it wasn’t important. Nothing much he could say to refute it, and he wasn’t about to go digging through the trash to find out what was on the letter. She wasn’t in a relationship with him, as much as he wished the two could just leave and elope off somewhere, she wasn’t his just yet.


They exchanged a kiss, it was pleasurable, he thought about the letter, but soon the thought would perish when she drew back from the kiss and assured him that he was the only one she was kissing, her breath hit his ear and made him shudder with excitement “Well then I’m the luckiest man in the world.” he kissed her back, “And you are the only woman that I want to kiss,”

"So, I was thinking though, if we were to date and be together, would you want to leave Oak with me? I don't know where we'll go, but as long as I have you with me, we could travel forever, fo all I care."