All I Want
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Category:
+A through F › Folklore (FolksSoul)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,265
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
All I Need
You can't leave me.
The moment that Keats' gaze lowered, Ellen stepped forward more into the office. Her brows were pressed upwards in concern to his mood change, speaking out once more. "It... its not you or anything, Keats! Honestly. I just feel like I'm just a bother to you. You treat me with annoyance as an old man would to a small child."
"You are a child." Keats' voice was lowered, seeming to carry a bit of the darkness that he lived within.
"No, I'm not!" She snapped quickly, lowering her hand and balling both hands into fists as she stood her ground. "I fight for everyone in the Netherworld and I continually get treated like I'm ten years old! I'm a woman." Clearing her throat, she returned to the subject at hand. "Besides, you didn't seem to mind when I was gone- only when I returned."
"Tsk, you seem to have gotten the backbone of an adult."
The male's form moved around the desk almost gracefully, taking slow steps towards her. With each step, she felt her heart thump louder within her chest. Something about the way he moved and kept his head lowered was caused the pit of her stomach to tighten. In response, she felt the urge to step back but found that she couldn't force herself to move. Nothing was responding to the very basic commands that she was sending out.
He stood before her then, a slight smirk rising upon his soft lips as he reached forward and lightly touched with the ribbon on the front of the blouse that she was wearing. The moment he felt the soft silk material against his fingertips, he was greeted with the sound of breath being sucked in and held. Ah, Ellen never had the backbone for when situations got too extreme and he knew that what she had shown before was merely a failed attempt at being brave to him. His gaze lifted, looking to her eyes which couldn't seem to decide where they were going to fall. Those green orbs shifted from side to side, resting on anything that wasn't his gaze.
Finally, her feet had decided to move and she pressed herself back, the ribbon sliding freely from his fingers. She was feeling light headed, possibly because of the breath she held so tightly into her chest. The moment she felt the hard door against her back, though, she released it and gathered a few more gasps of air. "S-s-so I think... that.. uh... What I... uhm...."
" 'What you uhm'?" Keats followed after her slowly, raising an arm to press up against the door above her head as he leaned his face down. The moment she looked away though, he grasped her chin with his fingers and forced her to look at him. Oh, this was delightful.
Ellen's eyes widened almost on cue, looking from his gaze to his lips and then back again. Was he?! Gulping softly, she nearly whimpered as he got even closer, "B-b-but if you want, I can still visit!"
As those worse were uttered, he released her and backed away. That familiar cocky smile was upon his lips against as he laughed, "Brilliant then! I do enjoy having someone to bother me while I work. Why don't I go put the kettle on?" With that, he had disappeared into his mini kitchen.
The blonde woman stood there, staring as he left before slowly sliding down the door in shock. I thought he... Wasn't he? Oh God.. now I can't stop thinking about it! She gulped quickly, placing her hand over her heart in an attempt to calm the quickened pace that it thumped.
"One sugar or two?"
Hello, again.
The moment that Keats' gaze lowered, Ellen stepped forward more into the office. Her brows were pressed upwards in concern to his mood change, speaking out once more. "It... its not you or anything, Keats! Honestly. I just feel like I'm just a bother to you. You treat me with annoyance as an old man would to a small child."
"You are a child." Keats' voice was lowered, seeming to carry a bit of the darkness that he lived within.
"No, I'm not!" She snapped quickly, lowering her hand and balling both hands into fists as she stood her ground. "I fight for everyone in the Netherworld and I continually get treated like I'm ten years old! I'm a woman." Clearing her throat, she returned to the subject at hand. "Besides, you didn't seem to mind when I was gone- only when I returned."
"Tsk, you seem to have gotten the backbone of an adult."
The male's form moved around the desk almost gracefully, taking slow steps towards her. With each step, she felt her heart thump louder within her chest. Something about the way he moved and kept his head lowered was caused the pit of her stomach to tighten. In response, she felt the urge to step back but found that she couldn't force herself to move. Nothing was responding to the very basic commands that she was sending out.
He stood before her then, a slight smirk rising upon his soft lips as he reached forward and lightly touched with the ribbon on the front of the blouse that she was wearing. The moment he felt the soft silk material against his fingertips, he was greeted with the sound of breath being sucked in and held. Ah, Ellen never had the backbone for when situations got too extreme and he knew that what she had shown before was merely a failed attempt at being brave to him. His gaze lifted, looking to her eyes which couldn't seem to decide where they were going to fall. Those green orbs shifted from side to side, resting on anything that wasn't his gaze.
Finally, her feet had decided to move and she pressed herself back, the ribbon sliding freely from his fingers. She was feeling light headed, possibly because of the breath she held so tightly into her chest. The moment she felt the hard door against her back, though, she released it and gathered a few more gasps of air. "S-s-so I think... that.. uh... What I... uhm...."
" 'What you uhm'?" Keats followed after her slowly, raising an arm to press up against the door above her head as he leaned his face down. The moment she looked away though, he grasped her chin with his fingers and forced her to look at him. Oh, this was delightful.
Ellen's eyes widened almost on cue, looking from his gaze to his lips and then back again. Was he?! Gulping softly, she nearly whimpered as he got even closer, "B-b-but if you want, I can still visit!"
As those worse were uttered, he released her and backed away. That familiar cocky smile was upon his lips against as he laughed, "Brilliant then! I do enjoy having someone to bother me while I work. Why don't I go put the kettle on?" With that, he had disappeared into his mini kitchen.
The blonde woman stood there, staring as he left before slowly sliding down the door in shock. I thought he... Wasn't he? Oh God.. now I can't stop thinking about it! She gulped quickly, placing her hand over her heart in an attempt to calm the quickened pace that it thumped.
"One sugar or two?"
Hello, again.