LXXVI ||| Unhealthily Quick Heartbeat

Okay, I don't like the sound of that, at all. At all!

"And that's amazing, Hel. I'm proud. Put those fangs in their places, Hel. I would do it, if Mia wasn't so adamant with me not beating them up. You do it for me. I'll feel represented."

Then he should be proud, because I'm doing exactly that.

"Oh? I've done it. Who do you think I fought since I got here. It's always those damn vampires. Cotton candy baby blue hair is a pain in the arse, I've already gave him about ten black water showers, and he doesn't learn. Tsk. But it's fine, I can deal with them, no need to worry. And Oliver is only a threat when it's about the rankings and Eclipseball."

"Ew. I don't want to know that. No details. Not about him. Ugh."

I chuckled, "I won't tell, don't worry. So, when are you coming?" I genuinely kind of miss him.

"Five days. I'll be in there two days before it starts, I want to watch how you train those kids to be of any help to you in the matches. You chose a great team, kid. I would have done the same. At this time, Oliver is the legendary winner, but before either of you were born, that spot was mine. So, make me prouder and get the 1st spot. Don't accept any 2nd, and thank you for putting Felix on yours. The kid is dying for a victory for 10 years."

That much I know. "I'm also giving him private training to be able to fight physically, so I'll make sure he does well. And I'll wait for you then. When you come, send a kiss from me to Hanna, and flirt with the poor girl, master. She's dying for that."

Master Cosmos gasped, "Ugh. I made you too much like me."

"That's what I was telling her. A copy-paste of yours!"

He laughed again. Oh my Lady, he's happy, isn't he? "Arsehole. Though that is kind of true. So, kid, did you get more money from this rich kids by selling more weapons?"

"I sold more 10, so I got more 70 million euros," I said proudly.

A sound of clapping hands came from him, "Take all their money!"

"I will!" I grinned, happy that he's proud.

"Now, I have to go. It's my free time and I have Friends to watch!"

Oliver scoffed, "And you have friends?"

"Oh, no, he means the TV series. He started watching a week ago."

He scoffed louder, "You watch Friends? Oh my, doesn't sound so scary and frightening to me."

I rolled my eyes, "As if."

"Hey, Hel, zip it. Don't mess my fame. I fought a lot to build it. I'm scary, tattooed, hot, and frightening. Everyone fears me."

"What? Are you going to roar too?" I mocked.

Then he let out an annoyed sigh, "Go to hell, Hel!"

As he hang up, I growled, "These damned jokes." When I turned to Oliver, he was still dumbfounded. "You little fanged bitch, I told you to stay shut. And you almost blew it up, you know that?"

"Yeah. You definitely resembles his personality. Crone be damned, I'm dating Cosmic arsehole female version," he scoffed, and came to me. "And weirdly, it's being absolutely delicious," as I glared at him, he stole a kiss from me.

"I'm definitely calling you little fanged bitch, now. He's amazing at those nicknames," I mocked and brought him to me possessively, kissing him again. "But I hated how he threatened you."

His eyes softened, all turquoise again, "Yeah?"

"Only I can do that," I growled.

"Hm, I'm very turned on by your possessiveness, babe. So, why don't we do this? We get ready, go to the party, then afterwards we come back here and you spend the night together with me," he caressed my hair.

I kind of wanted to skip, but there's no way he agreeing on that. "Fine. But dress up on the other side of this place, or I won't be able to keep my hands to myself. I'll stop time for us to get ready in a better pace. Now, let's go, or we'll be even more late than we already are."

He kissed me deeply just one more time, "Same for me. Come on, babe, I'll get all hot for you and you get hot for me. Then we pretend that it's to look good in the party," he grinned. "I can't wait to fuck you on that dress."

"Oliver!" I gasped, tempted. "Go if you want me to be down for it."

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In pair with my look that he chose, he's also in Yves Saint Laurent, also velvet, but full black from social shirt, tuxedo, pants, necktie, belt. As his cufflinks, rings, wristwatch, sole hanging earring on his right ear, are all of ruby, while his social shoes are in a identical shade of dark blood red as my gown. Because that's definitely not a dress, it's a gown.

With his hair styled in a sensual wavy mess just to make him look even hotter, and purposely, of course, because he does have an ego. When I was done getting dressed, and had made a make up; gold eyeshadow and highlighter to match the gold in my under-breast corset, mascara that only highlighted how long and curvy my lashes naturally are, eyeliner, and my the dark red matte lipstick to match; without mirrors, as I do not need them to do an awesome job, I added the jewels.

My necklace and ring were already on me, but I added winged serpent gold earrings mom has also made, and other gold small rings, a forearm obsidian bracelet to match the corset and the heels and my other main jewels. As well as a gold big-toe ring on my right feet.

I brought him closer to me, enjoying how our height difference was cut by a lot. "Take this earring off, please."

Oliver looked surprised, but did it anyway, then I summoned a gold winged serpent earring that was almost identical to mine, and I handed it to him. "Marking me as yours, babe?"

I winked, "Isn't that what you're doing by making me dress the gown you made Saint Laurent make for me?"

Taking me by my waist, he stole me a quick kiss. "I have one more thing for you," then he opened the drawers of the island again and took out a fancy strawberry perfume from a Chanel line. "Reminded me of you."

"Now I smell like you taste," grinning, I took it. "Thank you."

"That was the intention. And don't thank me, you don't need to do that, beautiful. You are looking insanely hot, by the way. I'm seriously ponding the idea of fucking you right now," he turned me around and pressed me on the island, pressing himself on my arse. "Your back look outstanding, I knew it would be the perfect cut to show your tattoo."

I felt my face burning as he began to get hard on my arse. "O-Oli, if you keep us in this position, I won't be able to hold it. I can't go with my panty dripping because you are teasing me."

The bastard brought his hands to my arse and grabbed hard, "No? I'm very attracted to the idea. Especially if it's my cum dripping from your pussy instead, babe," he whispered and I swear a shiver ran down my spine, and given the position I'm sure he saw it. "You heart beating unhealthily quick, Hel," by his tone, I could tell he was grinning.

"Oliver," I whispered. "If you are just teasing me, you better put a bit of distance between us right now, or I'll make sure you make that happen and everyone will know what we've been doing in here."

He took some time to answer, and I know the bastard was thinking about actually doing it, and I confess I would love it. "Fine."

When he put some space between us and turned me around again, I couldn't help but to gawk at him as if he was a piece of meat and I was a starving vulture. "Arsehole!" Taking a deep breath to control myself, I bit my bottom lip and adjusted myself, "Come here," I said after I passed the perfume he got me and picking up an eyeliner.

"What to paint me?"

"No, idiot. Just add a bit eyeliner on your eyes. It'll make your gaze look even better, and sexy. It'll also be the cherry on top!" I know it will.

He narrowed his eyes but came closer, "Cosmic arsehole thought you this, didn't he? He's addicted to using eyeliner."

I rolled my eyes, "He understands of fashion. Now, shut up and come to me. Let me add this on you!" I brought his hands to my waist, "Now, you can hold me the way I know you like, and close your pretty eyes while I do the work."

"I love your bossiness!"

"Of course, you do," grinning, I licked my lips and slowly did the thin design I thought would look good on him. Taking the pencil a bit to the side of his eyes where it meets his nose, and also a bit to the other side. "Done. More gorgeous than normal."

That seemed to make him glad, if his blinding smile is anything to take into consideration. "Thank you!"

I grinned, "You're welcome!" Then I stopped using my time magic and we were back to the minute after Cosmos called. "We are about 50 minutes late. Is that good enough for you, Princess?"

He scoffed, "And I'm the arsehole?"

"I never said I wasn't," I winked.