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“Of course we fucking can.”
sixteen
VEGA
I begin workingon the body of the snowman, while Indigo collects sticks and rocks to form its arms and legs. We should’ve saved a sweet potato fry for his nose, but we’ll figure something out. As we work on our masterpiece, Indigo seems to take notice with a couple walking by.
“Shit. Uh—Vega—I… that’s Malik,” Indigo whispers.
“Malik Hills, as in our coworker?” I ask.
“Yes, let’s go.” She grabs me by the sleeve of my jacket, dragging me towards some bushes.
My pants get caught on a branch, and as she pulls me forward, they rip. It’s nothing crazy, but I can feel the chill air on my thigh now. We huddle on the ground behind a bush as Malik and his girlfriend walk by. I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend. She’s cute—clearly a faunborn—and they pass us quickly, holding hands and kissing one another.
“I ripped my pants,” I say, showing her the tear in the fabric. She opens her purse and digs out a small vial.
“I don’t know why, but I just knew this would come in handy,” she says as she pours some of the liquid onto my pants, the fibers instantly growing back into themselves.
“You’re fucking with me,” I say aloud. Where did she get that? Magical potions can’t be mass produced because nobody has enough magic to do so. If you have a magic potion, it’s either because you made it yourself, or you were gifted it from someone else. “Did Alitha give that to you?”
“No actually,” Indigo starts. “I made it. It’s one of the main projects I’ve been working on.”
“That’s amazing,” I say, grabbing her head between my hands and kissing her on the forehead. “You’re amazing, Indigo.”
“Thank you. Also, I think we’re safe to get up now,” she says, and I help her stand. “What’s the next plan, Dr. Daelor?”
I almost blush every time she calls me that. She’s the only one that has that effect on me. “Well, we’re going to watch a movie on the lawn, but that’s not for a couple more hours….”
“And?”
I clear my throat. I’m not nervous, it’s more like excitement bubbling within me. “I heard there’s a part of the park that’s closed off for construction.”
“Closed off like… nobody will be over there?” Indigo’s cheeks flush.
“Precisely, little rabbit,” I whisper. “Because the noises you make should be for me and me alone.”
We move towards the back of the park where they’re working on a small theater, as well a mini-Christmas village. Passing through the small cottages that presumably belong to Santa’s helpers, I dip my head as we enter one that looks more complete. Once we’re both inside, I realize there’s nothing here except a few tools on the floor and a little portable heater. Perfect.
I shrug off my jacket, placing it on the floor. Indigo looks up at me with those big violet eyes, and I can barely help myself. Shoving her against the wall, my head ducked down into the crook of her neck, I kiss her soft skin as I use my knee to create friction, right where she likes it.
“Vega,” she moans out as I suck on her throat.
Indigo takes one finger and pushes it underneath my jaw, bringing me into a kiss. Our tongues collide, and I keep rubbing my knee, doing my best to make sure I’m hitting her clit through her pants. She whimpers, kissing me harder before going silent. She shudders with release and pushes me back with an undeniable force that I’ve never seen from her. “Oh, what is this? Do you think you’re in control?” I ask, licking my teeth and tusks.
Indigo wraps her leg around me and kicks the back of my leg, toppling us down to the ground. Now on top of me, she grins as hard as she’s blushing. “No, but I can sure try. Let me give you what you want.” Her voice is like a plea—like a song, and I give in. I’d give her anything she asked for, even my heart.
She wriggles my pants completely off, and I shimmy out of my longsleeve shirt. Pulling off my boxer briefs, Indigo takes in a deep breath before crawling up between my legs, and I rest my back onto the hard ground.
The slow, soft drag of her tongue is simultaneously everything I need, and nowhere close to enough. My leg twitches as she swirls her tongue, dancing it around my clit. My back arches as she digs her fingers into my thighs, further pushing my legs apart.
I love looking down and watching her between my legs. My thighs are strong enough to crush her, and yet like a good little rabbit, she stays there. Perfect prey.
“I want your fingers,” I say, voice low with desire. She slowly trails them up towards my swollen lips. “Now.” Two fingers gently enter my opening, and as I moan out in pleasure, practically whimpering, she drives them deeper inside me. Thrusting her fingers while sucking on my clit, Indigo gives me everything I could have ever asked for.
But when has she not?
Toppling over the edge, my body twitches as I let out a long, staccato breath.
