After you and Akane finish feeding one another your euphoria is high, each breath hitching as each of you take turns spooning cheesecake into one another's mouths. The cool metallic taste of the spoon clashing with the sharp sweet taste of cheesecake, the biscof sauce that was drizzled over the top makes the dessert almost sickly sweet...almost.
"Thish ish sho good," Akane says, cheeks puffed out as she speaks with her mouth full. Some cheesecake leaks from the corner of her mouth, the cream cheese looking suspiciously like one of your bodily fluids, considering you have only just managed to calm your buddy downstairs down this image is dangerous. Your buddy starts to jerk itself back to life. You quickly scoop the leaking cream cheese from the corner of her mouth, you lift it to her lips. Her small pink tongue darts out, licking your finger eagerly. The tickling sensation does little to quell your growing erection.
The atmosphere continues to become charged with desire, each molecule of the oxygen that surrounds the table making you feel hot and horny.
The pink searchlights find you once more, their intensity yet again telling you that she can see everything, even things she can't. Her gaze drops to the table as if she has X-ray vision. You can't help but feel as if she's staring at your manhood, that she's observing your growing sword. That she, despite (hopefully) being unable to see it through the table can in fact see the throbbing probe of arousal at your crotch.
"Soooo, that was nice," you say, averting your eyes from her pink predatory gaze. Akane's voice cuts in almost immediately, "Who is paying?" she asks, there is something dark in her tone. Thankfully, you were raised by the right sort of people, "I can pay for this one," you announce awkwardly, your perception of your pink eyed beauty dropping. "You're too kind, but I'll pay for my own," she giggles cutely, "I enjoy testing people I'm interested in." Her eyes are alight with playful teasing, her standing instantly skyrockets in your mind, posting her atop the pedestal in your mind. Each breath you take hitches slightly as you get more and more excited about the cute girl in front of you.
The server returns, rubbing their legs together uncomfortably, "Ummm wh who is t taking the b b bill," she stutters, her voice seems forcibly higher than before, in her hands is a small white and brown piece of paper with cursive writing adorning it, "We're splitting it," Akane quickly cuts you off, for in your mind you had decided to pay for all of it despite her saying she would pay for hers. It's also clear that Akane had realised your intention of picking up the bill. The server shoots you a dirty look as if silently asking you are you really letting her pay for herself you worthless garbage? How could you?
Your imaginary commentary is then quickly dispelled as a small (forced?) smile appears on the server's face as she places the bill on the table. "That'll be twenty-seven pounds and forty six pence each please," the server says, a small purple vein seems to pop in her skull, each pulse makes you more and more nervous. Akane quickly takes out cash only for the server to stop her, in a sweet voice, "Card only." Akane's face pales, she clearly hasn't brought her card.
"I'll pay for both," you volunteer, "I said I would anyway." You offer Akane a smile and pay, Akane leaves ten pounds on the table, "personal tip," she tells the server before she grabs your wrists and practically drags you out of the restaurant at speed. The forceful exit is probably born from Akane's desire to make sure you avoid that Purple eyed she-demon that had seduced you for ten seconds. You follow along, quickly being able to keep pace.
You turn two or three corners, avoiding the large night time crowds. The cold night air feels like a cool blanket being wrapped around you, the stars glitter in the sky. Although the stars are sparce and dimmer than in the countryside due to light pollution, it still sets that bright and dark atmosphere that borders the line of an ominous event and an amazing night that ends with naked bodies and warm sheets.
Akane stops, she doubles over, breathing deeply, clearly eating and running in that thin stretched black dress that makes her seem naked despite not showing skin is more of a chore than earlier. You glance around, you too are slightly breathless, gulping air more comfortably than before, each breath shudders through you weakly.
You look around, your in an old red brick alleyway that you recognise. You used to hang out in this alley when you were a child. The alley was a symbol of comfort and power that you quickly outgrew, having but a fleeting time as leader of a non-existent faction in an old alley that is currently filled with nothing but two sexually charged eighteen year old people of the opposite sex. The atmosphere suddenly becomes even more sexually charged.
Akane straightens, coming closer to you, her breasts pushing against your chest, "Wanna play big boy?" she asks, her eyes once again blazing with lustful need. she presses her lips to you neck and sucks gently, her lips pursed in a vacuum. "We are a thing now," she claims, pulling away from your skin leaving a mottled red circle that most wear as a badge of honor. The mark tingles pleasantly.
You feel a sharp sting in your lower back, "huh? Akane stop digging your nails in," you say, Akane has gone pale and staring at something behind you. You turn, the sharp sting feels like its widening, a hooded figure is behind you, something shining buried deep in your back... "D did you stab me?!" your voice is full of alarm as you stare at the faceless perpetrator.
The perp darts away, the metallic object tearing from your flesh in a flash of hot agony, a scream rips raw from your throat as your nerves finally connect to your brain.
Thick crimson ichor pools from your body, you look up at Akane, something salty and ironlike rising from your throat, a dull throb from your insides. "H, help me." You say, the iron tasting liquid leaking from your lips, dripping down your chin in a slow steady stream that snaps Akane out of her fearful stupor. She whips her phone out and starts talking.
Interestingly you can't understand her, you can't hear her, have I lost that much blood? You think to yourself, your thoughts becoming sluggish and boggy. You can feel your own heartbeat slowing dangerously.
You shift, a flash of cold pain blooms in your lower back and abdomen, the feeling causing black and white spots to swim in your vision. Your body is rapidly cooling, steam rising off of your blood in the cold night air.
The strange feeling of passing racks through you, your consciousness slipping as fast as your blood.
Well fuck... you think as you drift into darkness' cool embrace.