"Shut up and kiss me."

Those were Rafayel's words only minutes later. Now his face was covered in lipstick and you were working towards his neck. "Cutie, you're killing me!" he whined, all dramatic.

"You're going to make me die and then Thomas will find my dead body and have to explain what you did to Rafayel!" You roll your eyes. He's always like this when you find some way to fluster him. His cheeks are bright red, ears following suit. The colour is spreading down his neck.

It's a shade almost as pink as the speckles in his eyes.

Rafayel's breath is heavy and his heart is thumping out of his chest. You can feel it beneath your palm. You can also feel something else beneath your palm. Rafayel grunts again, chasing after your lips. "C'mon, cutie! You're a tease. Kiss me. I'll do anything-"

He sounds desperate, exactly how you like him. It doesn't help that Ebb Day is soon. His hormones are out of whack. Rafayel is constantly on you and he keeps making lewd jokes.

He's become more protective too, not letting Thomas near you. "Miss bodyguard, please," he pleads, pouting when you ignored him in favour of thinking. "So you don't love me anymore?" It's in his normal, mockingly exasperated tone. "You hate me, don't you?"