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Started May 21, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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(You said it yourself!!!)

Aster slowly got up and pretended to think for a bit. He tapped his chin for a moment, acting as if he hadn’t had an idea in mind yet. After a short moment, he grabbed onto Emi’s shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes.
”You,” he answered plainly…

(I did, and I have no regrets. XD)

"I don't think that counts," Emi said, although she didn't try and resist him. Part of her just wanted to see what he would do. Another part was screaming at her to fight against him, to make him let her go, and the last, biggest part, was acutely aware of every single place they touched. She shivered slightly before she could stop herself.

Aster let out a small smirk.
“Well, you didn’t specify so I’m allowing it,” being a trickster, Aster was always prepared for situations like these where he could take some sort of advantage. Of course, he wasn’t going to do anything horrible to Emi. At least, not something that would make her feel horrible. Although, he did question himself about what he was doing. It seemed morally wrong somewhat.
“Well? You’re always teasing me about not having an actual relationship…”

As he finished… he’d realized that he’d messed up big time. That wasn’t something you would say so casually in a situation… like this one.

"Am I now?" Emi raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, you've never taken me seriously, so why now? I mean, I am pretty amazing." She would have shrugged, except he was holding her shoulders, and she didn't really want him to let go. It was surprising. She hadn't gotten mad, like she was pretty sure she would have. She was fine. It was strange, and not like her at all.

Aster was a bit taken back by the response. How the hell was she so smooth even in this situation… that would be a question he’d continue to ask himself until he gets an answer.
“You want me to take this seriously, is that what you’re implying?” He asked with a grin on his face. His nature was coming out on its own. But of course, he didn’t expect the Langsuir to be so easy…

"No, that's what you're implying," she said, eyes flashing crimson.

She didn't sound annoyed at all. On the contrary, her blood thrummed with excitement. This was just a challenge, right? Nothing too huge… but in some corner of her mind, she knew this wasn't true. He was taking this seriously. It wasn't like the demon to do this… was it? Emi was self-centered at the best of times, so she wouldn't have noticed.

But… he was her friend. Her best friend. And, maybe now, something more. Not that she'd let him know this.

Aster did notice some subtle changes in the vampire’s stance. Perhaps her slight change of tone, the ever so light movements of her eyes, or whatever else was relevant. What he knew was that she might’ve been into the idea of what he’d said. Of course, that would’ve been just a dream, right? …Right?
He tucked a loose strand of hair to her side, running his fingers through her hair, smiling.
“But do you want me to…?” He asked, his heart fell drastically when he did. What was he even thinking at this point?!

"I dunno," Emi said playfully, looking up at him. She almost leaned into his touch, but did her best not to. What was wrong with her? "You're the initiator, aren't you? Or do I have to be the big girl and kiss you myself?" Her grin was the smile of a starving wolf.

“That… I can do myself—“ upon finished the short speech, Aster had came down on Emi’s lips. His face was reddened slightly; either from the blood rush or perhaps from the heat he was feeling. For some reason, he had never felt this happy in his entire life. This was bliss at its finest. He did have his hopes up that this would continue. He held her neck up with one of his hands while his other made its way down to her waist.

His lips were soft, softer than Emi had imagined. She tilted her head up towards him, hands reaching up to hold his wrists. Normally, she would be the one in control, the one who started the kisses… and ended them. But she didn't want to. Her blood rushed through her, charging her with adrenaline.

(fricking hell, why the frick am I getting goosebumps from this…)

Aster felt her hand touching his wrist. Her sensation wasn’t that of a feared being most had imagined. She was a delicate one, though was covered with layers of stained thorns… he’d passed them though. He’d managed to soften her somewhat.
He closed his eyes once more, allowing his own nature to continue with this act. What wasn’t immediately clear to him was to what extent did Emi feel the same way?

(Because they're so cute… I mean, um… I have no idea.)
(Insert tiny choking noises)

Emi closed her eyes, moving as close to him as she could, head lifting towards him. She pressed her lips harder against his, almost smiling… but she stopped herself.

She never imagined that this demon, her best friend, her partner in crime, would be so gentle, and yet not, at the same time. She was warming to him, she knew, and while the thought scared her, she didn't hate it as much as she thought she would.

In a tiny corner of her mind, there was the observation that they were still outside, in full view of anyone who looked out the window. There was a rule: no relationships between the inhabitants of the house. She and Aster were breaking that rule, and not even being subtle about it.

Aster had just realized that as well. When he did… he wanted to end the kissing act. Yet he didn’t. After a short while, he parted his lips from Emi, looking her in the eyes as he did.
“Did you… enjoy that…?” He asked subconsciously. It would’ve been awkward to retreat the question now though so… whatever goes.

"You know, I didn't, actually," she said, raising an eyebrow, trying not to show how flustered she was. "It was too short."

Aster really choked when he heard what she said.
“Well… the night hasn’t started yet. May I invite you to my room then?” He asked, almost in a teasing manner. Of course, he didn’t expect their relationship to go into… that realm just yet. Unless…

Emi snorted. "Woah there, buster. It's a miracle already that no one else has seen us kissing. We were in full view. I don't want anyone suspicious… yet." She winked. "Soon? Maybe. You never know. If you're a good boy, perhaps."

“Yes madam,” Aster replied in his usual teasing manner. Of course, the owner of the house must’ve been home by now as well as the usual suspects. He headed for the door and swung it open aggressively, like he used to.
“I’m back assholes,” he cried as he entered the building.

Emi snickered. "Well, if they didn't know this already, they know it now."
She jumped up, fingers grasping the edge of the roof, and heaved herself up. "I'm going to go enjoy my snacks," she called down to him. She waved her fingers teasingly and pulled out one of the marbles he had lent her.

Aster nodded to her. He set his oranges on the dining table as he smacked the head of one of the house members, more in a friendly way than a threatening way… well, that was what he thought. The force at which he smacked the person’s head was clearly not a friendly smack but oh well. He couldn’t care less.
“I’m going upstairs, I’ll be down again for dinner punks,” he said to everyone in the living room before making his way to his own room, which was exactly the one above Emi’s.

After consuming the blood of her prey, she jumped off the roof, bending her knees slightly to help ease the landing, and walked inside, calling for Aster. When she got to his room, she opened the door without knocking. "You want your souls, or not?"

Aster nearly jumped when Emi opened the door as he was changing clothes, luckily, it had only taken off his shirt.
“Uh, sure,” he opened the window to his room and peeked out, looking up and pulling the souls towards himself. Again, with every soul he’d consumed, he looked a bit more refreshed. He realized that the other marble, the one he used to capture the teenage girl, was still with him. He got it and tossed it to Emi.
“You can keep that one,” he said as he threw the clothes into the basket at the end of his bed. Being a healthy and physically active demon, his form was quite… something.

"Thanks." Emi watched him, her crimson eyes sparkling in amusement. At what, she wasn't sure. At his shameless actions, perhaps? Whatever the case, it was funny to her.
She raised an eyebrow at him, unashamedly looking him up and down with a slow, practiced gaze. "Well," she drawled, crossing her arms, "someone isn't a gentleman. Haven't you heard that it's impolite to strip in front of a lady? Even if it's only your shirt." She slowly licked her lips, smiling at him. "Not that I mind seeing something as delicious as the view in front of me."

“I mean, you’re staring at me so you’re being as impolite and as bold as I am,” Aster replied with a small smirk as he changed into more comfortable clothes. By that, he meant a white sleeveless top. Of course, he would look good in the clothing. He gave Emi a quick glance before he started making his way to her.
“If you’re afraid of coming up to me tonight, I’ll make my way down to you,” he whispered, softly letting his breathers tingle her ear before he past her, immediately going downstairs.

"Well, did you ever think that I would be polite?" Emi called down to him, smirking at his back as he went down the stairs.
"And I'll hold you to that promise." She smirked slightly, fangs bared, blood rushing with the challenge, and went to go and dispose of the bloodless, soulless bodies of her prey.

Aster made his way down to the first floor. He’d planned on escape through the window rather than making his move within the house. Honestly, that would ring so many alerts and it’s not even funny. Upon reaching the first floor, Aster shot eyes at everyone who was downstairs. He and Emi practically owned the house if it wasn’t for the pesky house owner who was a “superior” being to everyone. By that, they meant that they were human, therefore belonged in this world.

Emi followed him slowly, relishing watching as the muscles in his back rippled with every step. She threw herself onto a couch and propped her chin on her hand, surveying the house with amusement in her cold eyes. She was one of the two feared beings in the house, and she liked it. A lot. She loved being in control.

Aster gave Emi a quick glare before his eyes averted to one of the other beings in the house. Of course, he didn’t give a damn about whether or not the other being was terrified of him. He’d gladly be nightmare fuel for a lot of people.
“What’s for dinner?” He practically shouted to the human owner of the house who shook their head and didn’t reply.

Emi responded with an innocent smile of her own, at his glare. She watched with interest as Aster yelled at the owner of the house. It wasn't something unusual, but she loved watching conflict. It was almost as fun as causing it.
Almost.
"What, there's nothing?" She asked. She couldn't care less. She didn't eat people food, so she had no interest in it. But this was fun, irking him on, so she did it.

Aster looked at Emi when she spoke up. In all honesty, he wasn’t really hungry. It was more because he wanted to annoy the landlord and that didn’t seem to work too well today. Lacking triumph, he decided to lay down on the sofa and turned on the television. Call it luck, or maybe bad luck in this case, the television was on the news channel reporting on a rather interesting case of murders that happened at a rather nearby marketplace.
He snickered a bit at the news before he changed the input to the game console he got wired up. Other than being hellishly inhuman, he enjoyed playing human games as they don’t actually deal with life and death unlike games from where he was from.