The Devil's Sweetheart

Kurt felt like he had become a feast for Kyle's hungry stomach. Whenever he says he is not something she can eat, she would stubbornly tell him that she wants to eat him until he screams aloud. ''To dispute with a drunkard is to debate with an empty house. Her drunken mind is extremely animalistic.''

Had he knew what Kyle meant by eating him, he would have raged a war against her then and there. The innocent boy went into the kitchen and returned with the dinner plate.

''Eat.'' He said, placing the plate on her lap. 

Kyle stared at the dish and then lifted her eyes to face Kurt. 

''I don't want to eat.'' Her stubbornness is getting bottled up in her drunken state, especially after seeing him after fifteen days. Tonight, she wants to get spoiled by him. Kyle roughly shoved the plate onto his lap, not bothered it would fall off, though Kurt caught it with his fast reflexes.

''You threw my hard-cooked Salmon!'' He shouted, securing the falling Salmon safely on the plate. ''You are stronger than I expected, Loose case. No wonder your weight is beyond...Awww....'' Kurt screamed in horror when he felt a pointed rod dug into his left foot.

''What did you call me?'' Kyle demanded, raising her leg, aiming the sharp heel at his right foot. ''Tell me!''

When Kyle had no mood to drop the topic, Kurt retreated his right foot and said. ''L_oose Case.'' He whispered. ''But if you don't like I will never_''

 ''I am a doctor.'' Once again, Kyle rammed her pointed heel into his right foot, causing him to scream in pain. ''I am a doctor, you filthy FBI agent! If I ever hear you calling me Loose Case and overweighed girl, I will make sure you will not have that nasty tongue of yours. Understand?''

Kurt nodded, tightly gripped his knuckles as if transferring all his pain into it. He wanted to rebel against her for calling him filthy, but he knew it's not wise to argue with a drunkard. He will not wonder if she will aim for his left foot. He decided to take care of her when she becomes sober in the morning.

''Do you still want to call me Loose Case?'' She questioned again.

''Never!'' Kurt immediately went cross-kneed on the couch to save his other foot.

''You better be.'' Kyle got up and straight away walked in the direction of the room she last stayed in. 

''Ah! My foot.'' He groaned as he stared at her pointed heels. His mind filled with amazement about how she could manage walking without tripping on the floor.

With the way Kyle was swaying back and forth, Kurt was scared she would trip before reaching the bed. So, he closely followed her behind. Eventually, Kurt watched her going towards the bed and falling on it freely, feeling home.

''Kurt!'' Kyle screamed. ''Reduce the AC.''

''I will throw you out of my house tomorrow.'' Muttering in anger, he reduced the air conditioning to her liking. As Kurt grabbed the blanket to put on her, a hand firmly pulled him towards the bed. His knees gave in when his balance tripped, and he fell on top of Kyle. Although Kurt managed to use his left hand to support his body not to fall on her entirely at the last second, their faces came an inch apart. He stared at her eyes sparkling like stars as she smiled. It's not the first time he had seen her, but his heart skips a beat every time he looks at her. 

 ''Why do you hate women?'' Her warm breath fanned his face, causing him to break from his castle of thoughts.

''What did you say?'' He whispered back, not catching her words. His body wished to get off her, but his heart longed to stay close to her.

''Why do you hate women, Mr. Mysogynist?'' She repeated. 

''I have no hatred towards them. Had I disliked woman, I would have avoided you either, but that's not the case.'' He answered genuinely. He doesn't like interacting with them. So, he stayed away from them. Some stupid student in the school has planted a seed of doubt. The seed germinated into a tree, and he has become a taboo among girls since then.

''Is it?'' Kyle pushed him on the bed and came on top of Kurt. Using her two hands, she caged him without any escape. 

Beads of sweat gathered all over his forehead at the sudden closeness. Something strange began to happen in the lower region of his body. He only hoped Kyle would not notice it and think of him as a deviant. He might not have experience, but he is not a fool.

''Can I ask you a question?'' Kyle brushed the sweat droplets from his forehead and then traced her thumb along his chiseled jaw. 

''What is it?'' He managed a hoarse whisper, letting her do as he pleased. Right now, he is intoxicated by her to think of anything other than Kyle.

''What's the first thing you wash when you shower?'' 

''What!'' He screamed. At once, Kurt felt like he has been dipped into cold waters and brought back to the surface again. Is it her real self that's surfacing when she is drunk? She is so innocent when she is sober. A drunken mind speaks a sober heart would perfectly sit with this loose case.

The moment Kurt saw her eyes slowly shifting lower, he crossed his legs, scared that she would notice the bulge. 

''Is it that you wash first? I knew it. You Naughty boy.'' She giggled, pinching his cheeks hard. 

Kurt: '' ''

''You are so cute. You know that?'' She leaned forward and intently glanced at his lips. Her thumb grazed his bottom lip, up, and down. A shiver went down his spine. But he was anticipating her next moves. In the next second, without any hesitation, Kyle has nicked his lips, coming close to his face.

Kurt's body froze.

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