9 About A Kiss

I gasped and he parted our lips from each other then looked down at me angrily. "Go back to sleep." Was his command and within a second I squeezed my eyes shut. Miguel brought his face back to mines, kissing me deeply. Why is he kissing me? Is this the first time this has happened? What should I do? Am I still dreaming? Many similar questions ran through my head as his kiss deepened and I started feeling numb, but my racing heart kept my body from freezing completely. His hand brushed over my breast and when he squeezed I involuntarily made a noise and he backed away. Then he levitated even further out of reach. When I looked at him, his expression scared me. I've never seen him look so angry. "You slut." He mumbled. I had no idea what I did wrong but maybe I should've protested more. I can never tell what he wants.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Shut up! Don't talk to me." He said hatefully.

"Is it... because I woke up?" I asked, unable to hold back my tears. His face darkened and he looked even angrier.

"I told you to stop talking." He hissed. I bit my lip and Miguel left the room. I was happy at first but now... I feel nothing but misery. Miguel didn't talk to me, but he still didn't leave my side, at any point the next day. Every time I opened my mouth to speak to him, he glared at me. This is terrible... why did I wake up? More importantly, why did he kiss me if he hated me this much...? I thought I would be content just having him around, but even that was just me deluding myself. Miguel didn't cook for me when we returned to my apartment; he just sat glaring, not at me but floating upside down and staring at the wall angrily. I would make my dinner but I had no appetite anyway. Restlessly I lie in bed. I just wish that I knew what I did wrong... I wish Miguel would talk to me. It hurts knowing he's upset with me, but I don't know how to fix it.

In the morning Miguel was no longer there but in his place waiting was Tzadqiel.

"Good morning, princess, I hope you slept well." I looked down. I didn't want to tell him that I hadn't slept, but I also didn't want to lie. "Miguel will be back soon I assure you." He stated lying back. Today he had earrings that were shining brightly like stars. His clothes followed the trend of all white, yet casual. "I heard that you two fought," Kiel commented

"That's a lie." I corrected it. "Miguel decided to get angry one-sidedly I didn't have enough input for this to qualify as a fight." My answer made him chuckle slightly. It seems like everything makes him laugh.

"You sound bitter." He noted. "I don't know if this will help, but I wanted to talk to you alone and tell you something." He looked at the gold watch on his wrist and then stretched before continuing. "In Miguel's current state, he's just pure emotion. Without a body of flesh, his feelings are a little out of control, it's hard for him to rationalize things and when he's angry it's almost unquenchable. To make him calm down you'll need to cause another emotion to cancel out his anger." His explanation did explain how Miguel has sudden spurts of anger and how he seems very unstable sometimes.

"Why are you telling me this?" I inquired. "You're Miguel's friend, not mine."

"Because," Kiel began "I want you two to get along, that's my only wish." His use of the word "wish" just made it clear that he'd peeked at my inner thoughts again. I stood silently and after a while had passed Kiel added, "I'm not on anyone's side, but I want peace between you. So... if you can figure out what's wrong, you can calm Miguel very easily." I opened my mouth, having many questions to ask but then he looked at his watch and said. "Oop, time for me to go." He was gone in that same instant and a split second later Miguel appeared. My eyes stayed on him.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked; just as aggressively as the day we first met.

"This isn't fair." I stuttered out. Miguel sneered at me and cocked his head to the side.

"What isn't fair?" So he's listening to me now.

"I don't even know what I did! Plus, I should be the mad one... you did those things to me without permission..." I held back my tears as I spoke.

"You didn't seem to dislike it that much." He commented. "It doesn't matter that I didn't ask... or who I am... It's been so long since you've done it, so you were going to just let me have my way..." I gasped.

"That's not true! I didn't protest b-because... because... it was you doing it... and! I've never been touched like that before..." I replied causing Miguel's eyes to widen in shock.

"What? Never?" He questioned and I nodded rapidly. "Damien was so convinced that you were a whore that... when you so easily accepted me, I remember his words and... damn... I guess I should've just listened to Kiel." He mumbled.

"Well... I am still a virgin, you know..." I commented.

"What? You are?! What the heck was wrong with Ja... Your ex?!" He began mumbling something incomprehensibly. "I thought you had been with someone by now." He commented finally. I would be a little offended if I wore mini-skirts and low-cut shirts less often. I am still kind of annoyed, though.

"So... I'm confused... are you still mad at me?" He rubbed his head and then looked into my eyes.

"No, I'm sorry... I was... an asshole to you." He seemed sincere.

"It's alright you di..." He cut my sentence off with a kiss and pressed me up against the wall, kissing me over and over with his body pressed so closely against mine, that there wasn't even a millimeter in between us. I wasn't sure what would kill me first, the cold or a heart attack. When he moved away I stared at him blushing.

"You said if it's me, it's okay. Right?" He asked, tilting his head and then sucking on my neck. I squealed and ran away from him to hide in my bedroom closet. I could hear him laughing. I struggled to regain my breath when I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder. "Don't be so nervous..." He whispered. Oh god, I forgot doors can't stop him. As if he could see me perfectly well in the dark his hands roamed over me. My instincts were screaming for me to escape but I couldn't deny most of me liked it. I knocked most of my clothes from their hangers as Miguel pushed me back then I fell onto my butt in the corner with him on me kissing me, gently. I began growing used to his touch and instead of cold, I started to feel warm. After a few more minutes of kissing and fondling, Miguel finally let me leave my closet. He was smiling joyously and flying around my room. Does this mean he's choosing me over that girl? Or has he simply forgotten her... either way I won't be reminding him. "Lemon... I have something I should confess..." My heart was still racing so I sat down on my bed to regain composure and he floated down next to me as I nodded my affirmation that he could continue. "That was the first time I kissed your lips but... I have kissed your cheek and your forehead before now... I'm sorry." That... explains the breeze I felt in my chest some nights before I caught him kissing my cheek... But... that would mean he has been thinking of me affectionately, even longer than I realized.

"O-oh no... I'm upset." I mumbled. He frowned looking remorseful.

"Of course, you'd be upset. That makes sense. How can I make it up to you?"

"Just... kiss me while I'm awake from now on." After my answer, he pounced on me and trapped me in a hug. 

"I promise..."

For dinner, Miguel made a pizza from scratch and he was smiling the whole time. So I knew he must have liked me for almost as long as I've liked him. In the middle of the night, I was woken up by hands shaking me. The hand itself felt room temperature but my skin under it began feeling as though it was being burned with hot acid, so I woke up and screamed. Then there before me was a woman, probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She had flawless, smooth skin, plump pink lips, long black hair with streaks of blue, and an unbelievably curvy body.

"You look like ...Damien," I whispered.

"I prefer to be called Dami, in this form." She corrected. Her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something bad then she pointed the razor-sharp nail on her index finger at me. I took a step back reflexively. "I won't have you corrupting Miguel. You need to learn your place and learn it quickly, mortal." She sighed then moved her hand away. I relaxed my shoulders in relief. She then left in a puff of blue smoke. I looked around for Miguel. He was nowhere to be seen. So I got up from the bed and roamed the house, looking for him. Surprising me, I found him asleep on my living room couch. I sat on the floor and stared at his face... He didn't stir at all... "I had no idea he needed to sleep"...I thought to myself as I brushed his hair from his face, we've been living together for 3 months... yet I still don't know such basic things about him. As I was looking at him an idea hit me and so I decided to get a little revenge... I pressed my lips on his lightly and within that same second his hand was behind my head, pulling me closer and forcing the kiss to become more passionate.

"How long were you awake?" I asked after he let me go. I moved into the corner with my face to the wall to hide my embarrassment.

"From the moment you touched me... Kissing someone in their sleep, you're such a pervert." He mocked.

"You did it first!" I retorted and he laughed.

"Lemon... come here I need to tell you something." He whispered, playfully.

"Tell me from over there," I answered, too nervous to move.

"I can't." He replied, sounding amused. "Unless you're closer the words won't come out." I didn't want to move but more than that I didn't want to disappoint him so I got up and came to the couch, as expected he pulled me down into his lap. Then he bit my neck I screamed slightly, and after that, he kissed the pain away. "This way, if Jack sees you he'll know you're with someone else. I wish I could tell him in person..." My heart pounded and I moved from him. His eyes roamed me and I felt the need to cover up, much like when we first met. It's not that I disliked it but it's very nerve-wracking to be looked at that way. Miguel spent a few more minutes sucking and kissing that same spot on my neck and after he stopped I put a little extra work into my appearance today. It felt worth it when Miguel grinned at me and said,

"You're gorgeous, Lemon, and when you're wearing something you like you look so happy, it's adorable, really." I blushed.

"Thank you," I blurted, in response. 

"You must really like dressing up... you seem so energetic, today." He commented.

"I just... I'm just glad that I look nice...to... to you." I coughed after getting slightly tongue-tied and Miguel laughed, nuzzling his nose on mine and then locking lips with me once again. I also feel so elated that our relationship has transformed into this, it's hard to see what the future could hold but for now, I'm very content.