Delicacy of the Rose [Male Vampire Needed, PAFP]

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    Leva's shoulders stiffened as she steadfastly stared at the ground, though her face flared up to a vibrant red, "I...I see." She didn't look up to meet his gaze, far too flustered and embarrassed to.

    Zygarde didn't notice, so he took no thinking matter as to why she had her head down. "I see your first hunger has begun to settle down, but I can still feel it there, so you'll have to stay a bit longer. Maybe two or three more days." He told her.

    Leva's gaze turned towards him, her face still relatively red, however her mouth opened in the beginnings of a protest, however she bit back the protest before she could utter a word. She knew already that she had to be paitent but it was fairly difficult to. She leaned her head on his shoulder, heaving a sigh, "…Alright then." She honestly felt disappointed and truthfully wanted to go outside, yet there was nothing to be done about it if she wasn't ready yet

    Zygrade then began blushing, feeling her head against his chest. "I...I guess I can take you out for a walk tomorrow night, when there isn't anyone around. And we may be able to finally rid ourselves of that lycan." He said to her, before something compelled him to gently wrap his arms around her.

    Leva's body went absolutely still when his arms wrapped around her. Her first thought was to immediately begin to fight him, yet she forced herself to relax. He had no ill intentions, that she was sure of. Plus this wasn't the village at all, where she on a regular basis would have to defend herself from peeping toms and perverts. Also, the gesture made her quite relaxed and she could feel that it was indeed gentle... yet when she looked up at his face to see that he was blushing, she found the expression adorable.


    A mischievous feeling took over, whether it was payback for keeping her locked up in the room or not, she didn't particularly know. However, she retained a air of innocence as she snuggled closer to him, yet allowing the full, lush curves of her body to gently press up against him, just enough for it not to be suspiciously on purpose. However, an unintended effect was mostly the jacket that she was wearing slightly unzipped revealing a pleasant amount of cleavage... something that Leva didn't quite want at all. However instead of freaking out, she said in a happy tone, "I would like that." Yet on the inside she was silently cursing the jacket.

    Zygrade saw the small bit of her cleavage and began blushing even brighter, quickly reverting his eyes back up to the wall. He continued holding her in his arms, feeling oddly happy with her there.

    Leva's gaze focused on his face once more and she tried to keep herself from laughing. But even through the amusement, she oddly found comfort in Zygrade's arms against all rational thought... this was ultimately strange. She honestly did not know how to feel about it, nor what to do with this strange emotions. Taking in a breath she snuggled closer to him, not intentionally this time, just simply feeling relaxed.

    As she simply remained close to him, a strange feeling had begun to start up. It was... odd. Not something that Leva would ever thought to have felt ever before, yet... it was strange, peculiar... warm. It wasn't quite comfort and oddly it was being directed towards Zygrade... she didn't know why though. The more she focused on it, the more agitated she became and the more she dreaded the possible outcome. ..Am I... really starting to fall for him...? The idea of it was so absurd yet... there was a possibility. Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome? No... he hadn't tried to warp her mind at all... he was quite kind and.. Stop it Leva! She stole a glance over to Zygrade and found herself smiling despite all of the chaotic thoughts buzzing around in her head. However, Leva, despite yelling at herself seemed pretty content with allowing Zygrade to hold her and snuggle her... causing more of these strange warm feelings to flutter which annoyed as well as intrigued her.

    Zygrade continued holding her close to him more and more as a similar feeling grew in him. What is happening to me!?! He thought to himself as he then felt another odd feeling grow in him. He slightly moved his head back a bit, so he could see her face to face.

    As soon as he had leaned his head back to look at her, she nearly flinched. Yet, she slowly looked up at him, very hesitantly and found that she couldn't look away no matter how much she wanted to.

    Zygrade's gaze locked with hers when she did, feeling an odd heat begin creeping onto my cheeks. He then realize he was beginning to blush. Then, he began slowly leaning his head closer, his lips inching slowly towards hers.

    Zygrade... Zygrade what are you...? She couldn't try to make herself move away, nor did she feel as if she particularly wanted to. A small, almost inaudible sound escaped her, almost as if she wanted to speak yet no words came out. She found herself blushing furiously as she could only watch him come closer.

    Zygarde's lips continued moving towards hers', yelling at himself to stop, but something in the back of his mind told him it was fine and to continue. Before he knew it, he felt his lips gently connect with hers', his fangs avoiding her lips so they didn't pierce them.

    Leva's eyes grew wide as her blush grew furious. She was frozen in place, unable to move from her spot nor was she feeling that she wanted to. It felt as if butterflies was rising throughout her stomach and providing a strange, pleasurable feeling to flutter up. She moved her hands up, intending to try to push him away, however her fingers disobeyed and clenched into his shirt instead as her body continued to disobey her mind as she began to kiss him back, her eyes slowly closing.

    Leva truthfully didn't know what was coming over her. It was... bewildering to say the least and she felt... strange. However, she didn't want this... or did she really? She couldn't deny it felt... good, and she was enjoying the kiss. Yet, through some large amount of sheer willpower she had forced her hands to unclench from his shirt and immediately moved her head away, her eyes wide and her face flaring up to a bright shade of pink. The electrifying feeling of his lips on hers was still plaguing her as she could merely stare up at him in bewildered silence. Her kiss-bruised lips parted slightly as if she once more was attempting to speak, yet no words came out whatsoever. She then lowered her gaze, not being able to hold his gaze long at all. She felt a confusing amount of emotions that she couldn't really even begin to attempt to unravel them.

    Zygarde then looked down at the floor. "M-my a-apologies. I...I should go." Is all he said, before he quickly got up and began making a run towards the front door, vanishing into the snowing night.

    Before Leva could find any words to stop him, it seemed he had already quickly left. She stood up however, quickly and rushed after him. She... she couldn't just leave things as they were now. It just would be blaringly awkward if she did. No... she had to face it and more.. she had to face her feelings on this. So, with determination and yet some caution, she had rushed after him calling out, "Zygrade? Zygrade wait!"