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Sometimes, it was hard for you to be friends with him. Patience is a virtue. And you have it. At least, you do when it comes to him. He was probably the craziest, most insane person you had ever met. Of course, he was crazy in a different way than say –Dr. Stein. Due to his parentage, and knowing his father, you weren’t really sure how he ended up like he did –OCD, that is. But still, you were probably the best friend that he would ever have.

“Hey _______!” calls out a voice that you recognized as Maka. She was with Tsubaki. The three of you were going to have a girls’ day. You were standing in front of the apartment you shared with your meister, (Name). Quickly, you walk towards the two of them, grinning all the while. (Name) had recently brought something to your attention and you wanted their sagely advice.

“Hi girls!” you respond. Tsubaki smiles softly at you.

“Hello, _______-chan.”

With the greetings out of the way, the three of you began talking about everything under the sun –to classes and annoying teachers all the way down to why ants travel in lines –it was a profound discussion. Sort of. At around lunch, you came to a consensus and agreed to go to a small café that was around the shopping area. It was cute and sold nice sandwiches. After ordering your food and beverages, the three of you snagged a table in a cozy corner next to the window. With sudden seriousness, Maka turns to you and says:

“Okay, something’s on your mind right?”

Surprised by her abruptness, you raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“You’ve been acting weird all week and I want to know why.”

Tsubaki nods in agreement.

“What are you talking about?” You question them. “I’m completely normal.”

“You ignored Kid,” Tsubaki told you. “It’s weird because you two were so close.”

“I have not been ignoring Kid,” you protested, even though the fellow weapon had struck the nail on the head so to speak. You gave up and sighed. “Okay, yeah, I have. A little bit.”

“What I want to know is why? Did he do something to piss you off?” Maka asked. “Sometimes I ignore Soul when he does something stupid.”

“No,” you sigh. “It’s not his fault. I just… Ugh.”

“Take your time,” Tsubaki tells you comfortingly. “We’ll wait.”

Frowning, you crinkle your nose. Inwardly, your subconscious laughs, knowing how mad Kid would be if he saw the expression. It was probably asymmetrical. “Last week, (Name) made an off-handed remark and I just don’t know. I think I overreacted.”

“What was it?” Maka asked.

“(He/she) said that Kid had a crush on Liz.”

Maka laughs. “Is that why you were ignoring him?”

You flush. “I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. It’s all very confusing for me. I don’t get why I reacted that way.”

“Maybe you like him,” Tsubaki pipes up. “I think that would be the most logical guess.”

You automatically discount that idea. “No way! I totally do not like him!”

“Oh, well, I thought you did,” Maka remark. “So did Soul.”

“Wha….at?” you drawl in confusion. “What makes you think that?”

“You’re always with him and you always put up with his idiosyncrasies.”

“S-So…?”

“I think that you’re in denial,” Tsubaki says softly. She gives you a look. “I think that you like him a lot, but don’t want to be rejected so you try to keep from having the feelings.”

Your eyebrows draw up and you mumble: “Maybe…” Tsubaki had, once again, plucked a chord of truth. Where was she getting these ideas from? And why did they all make you feel chills?

“So I was right,” Maka says triumphantly. “I think that you should tell him.”

“No,” you instantly blurt out, loudly, causing the people at the table next to you to glance over warily. “No.” this time it was quieter, and all at once you felt crushed –as if you had to bear the burden of carrying an elephant. A giant elephant that was even fat by elephant standards. You inwardly wondered why you were chosen to tote around an obese elephant. Continuing on, you said: “I can’t.”

In a moment of sympathy –and pity –Maka places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Yes you can.”

“I believe in you,” Tsubaki says, trying to give you support. The elephant was joined by a friend.

“He doesn’t like me,” you tell them. “And I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I’ve known Kid for as long as I can remember and I don’t want to jeopardize that. Also, don’t forget that he chose Liz and Patti over me when he was choosing weapons.”

“That’s only because of their symmetry. It doesn’t mean anything,” Maka disregards.

“To Kid, symmetry is everything and trust me –there is nothing less symmetrical than a battle axe.”

“Scythes,” Maka says. “Scythes are totally asymmetrical.”

“And a member of the axe family,” you tell her. She shrugs.

“But you’re symmetrical in your human form, _______,” Tsubaki tells you. “Liz and Patti aren’t.”

“Did he care about that?” you retort. “No. He didn’t. Do you know how much that hurt me?”

“I can only imagine,” Maka says with empathy. “I can tell just by looking at the pain in your eyes. Tell him that. I think that your relationship will clear up fantastically if you tell him how much he’s hurt you. Trust me; he was really sad when you were ignoring him.”

Tsubaki nodded. “Black*Star told me that he was worried for Kid. And that’s saying something since they don’t like each other too well.”

“Even if you don’t want to confess,” Maka goes on, “at least tell him how you feel. Get the bad blood between you guys to disperse.”

“You’re probably right,” you sigh and take a bite of your sandwich. The others do the same and Tsubaki suddenly says:

“You know, I think that the two of you would be the perfect couple.”

Cue the choking. Maka reaches over and starts slapping your back repeatedly as you cough up the bite you had been eating. Properly swallowing it again, you respond:

“What the hell?”

“It’s true!” she exclaims. “You guys balance each other out.”

Maka nods. “Yeah. You do. He even disregards symmetry for you sometimes. That’s a feat.”

“Yeah, when I yell at him.”

“He’s like… the peanut butter to your jelly,” Tsubaki tells you. “You can have one without the other, but ever recognizes that it’s not as good.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you question.

“Exactly what I just said,” Tsubaki tells you.

“I get it,” Maka says. “Both of you guys are fun separately, but together, you complete each other. Like a pair of shoes and the laces.”

You sigh, tired of getting grilled by your friends. “If we want to talk about great couples, Maka, why don’t we discuss you and Soul?”

--

It had been a week afterwards, and you had only said a few words to Kid in that time –despite the urgings of your friends. It was just hard for you, knowing that he liked Liz and not you –even though you hadn’t come to terms with the fact that you liked him yet. That was a feat in itself, judging by how definite Maka and Tsubaki were about it. You feared that if you took too long, they’d do something stupid and meddling to fix the situation. There was a thick tenseness between you and Kid now, and even Black*Star was becoming affected by it.

You groaned as you rolled on the floor of Soul, Maka, and Blair’s apartment. The prior two were off on a mission and Blair had invited you over to have a “girl chat” so to speak. Apparently Maka had ranted to her about what was going on between you and Kid. The purple haired woman lounged on the couch, her ankles crossed in the air and her wrists laid over each other as she watched you wallow –literally –in self-pity.

“I don’t know how you can still deny that you like him when the thought of him liking someone causes you such pain,” she tells you thoughtfully.

“It’s not that I deny it per se,” you say, “It’s just that I know that I don’t have a chance. I mean, he chose Liz and Patti specifically, even when he could have chosen me. So, when it comes down to it, I doubt that he’d choose me now.”

Blair gives you a look. “Really? Is that what you think?”

You nod. “Um, yeah. That’s kind of why I said it.”

“I think that he’s just awkward. He’s only a little boy after all.”

“He’s fifteen.”

“You’re point?”

“True enough.”

“I think if you gave him a chance, he’d be the prince to your princess. He’s the son of Lord Death anyways, so he’s kind of royalty already and you’re going to be the next head of the prestigious ________ Axe Clan.”

There we go with the metaphors again. You felt like the elephant was jumping up and down. How you hated the burden of liking Kid.

“I think that it would work out well between you two,” Blair tells you. “I think that he likes you but doesn’t know how to show it. He’s so gawky and awkward. It’s cute.”

Your cheeks pink slightly as you think about him and you say: “Yeah. He’s pretty cute, I guess.” A thousand memories flash through your head and you make a noise full of mirth, a small smile on your face.

“You’ve got it bad,” Blair’s voice twinkles. “Just by talking about him, you can’t stop thinking about him.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s constantly on your mind. I can tell because you end up talking about him all the time. I can tell because, even with me making a harmless comment like how cute he is, you get swept up in your mind’s rambles about him. You should tell him.”

“No,” you negate, just as you had with Maka, feeling like a woodpecker was mutilating your atriums. “I can’t because I’ll get rejected. What none of you guys understand is that I can’t ruin our friendship. We’ve been together for far too long for any confessing bullshit, alright? I love him too much to destroy the bond that we have right now. And even if he does say yes, what if it doesn’t work out? What if we break up and then can never be as close as we were? What then? He’s so important to me, Blair. He’s so damned important that I can’t even play with the thought of confessing.”

Her golden eyes narrow. “How cowardly. You won’t confess just because of the fear of change? How do you know that you’ll be rejected? Have you tried yet? No. You haven’t. How do you know that even if you are rejected, that it will ruin your friendship? You don’t. How do you know that it won’t work out? Because I think that it will. And even if it doesn’t, how do you know that you will never be friends again? Step out and take a risk. Don’t back down from the challenge. If you really want this, then you’ll go for it, because baby, your time could be running out.”

“But…” you sigh, seeing her point. She smiles at you and then reaches over to pat you on the shoulder.

“So, man up and wear the pants, honey. I’m sure that it will work out fine.”

You smile a little, feeling comforted and slightly braver, but still worried. “Thanks, Blair. I think that’s what I needed to hear.”

She smiles at you. “You’re welcome! Now when you two get married, make sure to invite me!”

You laugh at this comment. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

--

Soon, the courage Blair had given you started to wear off and you still hadn’t faced Kid. It was just difficult for someone who pined like you, to look at him having fun and hanging out with Liz and Patti. Especially Liz. That just rubbed you completely the wrong way.

So, you continued to ignore him. You felt guilty about it. You really did. But you just couldn’t help yourself. If you met his eyes in the hallways or in class, you would balk and avert them. If you saw him coming your way, you would spin around and immediately go the other. It was a sickening thing, to you and to everyone around you. You hated yourself for paying him no mind. All you wanted was to be near him –and you had found yourself happy with just that –but somewhere along the line, you had become too greedy and wanted Kid in ways that you knew you couldn’t have. (Name) didn’t help either, (he/she) constantly told you to get over him. But you just couldn’t. Your attraction to Lord Death’s son was too much.

It was during your passing period that Kid stopped you forcefully in the hallway. You hadn’t even seen him coming –too caught up in your inward musings. He pinned you against a wall, hands set on it beside your head as he loomed over you, golden eyes locked on yours.

“_______,” he said, brows furrowed. “You’re coming over to my house this weekend.”

He was inviting you over? You couldn’t be more pleased, but despite yourself, you found your mouth uttering: “I have plans.”

“What plans?”

“With Maka.”

“Liz and Patti are going to stay with Maka. That’s a lie.”

“I meant Tsubaki.”

“Tsubaki’s going with them.”

“Oh.”

“Stop ignoring me. It’s making me mad, and no amount of asymmetry can distract me. You’re coming over and staying with me this weekend.”

“Kid…”

“_______...” he said in the same whining tone. “No complaints.”

You frowned, ignoring a few wolf whistles as you were caught in an awkward position by Death the Kid. “Fine. But only because I know I won’t win.”

With flaming cheeks, you shoved him away and ran off to your next class, leaving Kid utterly flabbergasted.

--

Death the Kid remembered the first time he saw you. The two of you were no more than five, and even then he was obsessed with symmetry. Kid and his father, Death, had gone to visit the _______ family, a prestigious line of weapons. When they came to the clan’s large mansion, the first thing that he saw was you.

Your long (h/c) was flying behind you as you ran with a few of your cousins, laughing and playing. He noted that your body was perfect. Symmetrical in every way. He wanted to play with you too, but he was too shy to ask. He was always made fun of because of his OCD. So, he didn’t talk to you for the first few days that he was staying at your house.

It was you who sought him out in the end. He and his father had stayed with your family for about a week and you noticed that he didn’t play with anyone and mainly kept to himself. You felt bad for leaving him out.

“Hey! Person!” you shouted, running up to him. It was later in the afternoon and he had been watching you and your fellow cousins chase each other around from his perch on the porch. His head jerked around and he looked at you, sweaty and panting from the physical exertion. The way that your hair was blown from the wind made you asymmetrical. It hurt his heart and he automatically looked away from you.

“Person,” you continued, crossing your arms and pouting before walking towards him and pulling on his black shirt. He looked at you with golden eyes. “Ignoring is rude. Especially when I’m asking you to play with me. So, there. Come on.”

“No,” he pouted too, unable to stop his stubborn nature. “I won’t lower myself to play with asymmetrical garbage.”

“Excuse me? Excuse me?” you screeched. “Me? Garbage? I’ll have you know that I’m going to succeed daddy one day and become a super cool weapon! Do you understand? Now come and play with me.”

“You’re too asymmetrical.”

“Yeah, well you’re a butthead!”

“Am not!”

“Am too!”

“You’re stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“You’re stupider!”

“You’re more stupid than me!”

“So you admit that you’re stupid!”

Kid’s eyes widened, forgetting about your asymmetrical appearance. “No I didn’t! You- You- Why are you smiling?”

He was caught off guard by your wide smile, white teeth shining. You giggled cutely and he felt heat rush to his cheeks. You respond. “Because you’re cute!”

“Huh?”

“You’re really cute. Can I call you Kid? Your name is really long.”

“S-Sure?”

“Ok!” you grabbed his hand, fight out of mind and then yanked him behind you as you ran out into the grass towards your family members. “Guys!” you shouted. “This is Kid and he’s my best friend.”

“What’s on your mind, Kid?” Soul asked nonchalantly, coming to plop down beside his friend. Kid sighed.

“None of your business.”

Soul shrugged. “Whatever. But let me give you some advice: if you want to get _______, then stop being a wuss and do something about it.”

“I’ll have you know that I invited her over this weekend. Besides, my love life is none of your concern.”

“So you admit that you love her.”

“I did no such thing.”

Soul gave him a look. “Right. Seriously though, stop acting so uncool. You need to do something about her before she gets snagged away by another guy.”

Kid didn’t respond as he watched you walk into the classroom with (Name), your meister. He sighed, even from the angle he was at, you were perfectly symmetrical. Soul rolled his eyes as he watched Kid’s eyes grow a dreamy fervor as they stared at _______. It was obvious that he liked her. Or at least was attracted to her.

“You know,” Soul began, “it’s totally uncool of me to say this, but _______ has an amazing rack. It’s almost as good as Blair’s.”

Kid’s face turned red as he watched you turn around, towards him –even though you didn’t look his way –and his eyes fixated on your breasts. They were perfectly symmetrical; at least that’s what they looked like. He knew that he’d need to feel them to make sure. Soul inwardly laughed at Kid’s red face.

“So, what are you going to do when she comes over this weekend?” Soul questioned.

Kid shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

“I think that you should confess to her.”

“Confess what?”

“How you feel.”

“What do I feel?”

Soul gave him an “OhmyGodyouaresostupid” look and said. “That you love her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on man; don’t tell me that you’ve never looked at _______ as a woman before.”

Kid blushed, refusing to answer as he recollected. He had looked at you that way –ever since you both had turned thirteen.

It was a hot, sweaty summer. The temperatures were record breaking and the heat waves rolled in new every day. It was that summer that your family had installed a pool at your mansion. It was also that summer that you invited Kid to go swimming with you. You were already in the water when he had come over, and you, like always were happy to see him. You ran to him, scantily clad in a (f/c) bikini –you had begun developing at an early age, and already had some amount of sex appeal –and water droplets floated down your body.

He felt heat rise to his cheeks as you ran towards him. He realized, as he stared at you with that small amount of clothing on, that you were probably the most perfect specimen he had ever laid eyes on. Of course, ever since he had first met you he knew that you were the epitome of symmetry –at least in your human form, your weapon form was just… ugh… -but he had never felt his eye follow the water as it dripped down between the valley of your breasts, down your lean, flat stomach… he got lost in the view. At least until you tackled him to the ground, arms wrapped around his neck as the two of you fell to the ground.

“Hi Kid!” you said happily, sitting up to straddle his hips. He wore a black shirt over his torso and his lower half was encased in grey swim trunks. His face felt inflamed and a tightness settled in the core of his abdomen as you leaned over his face, hands placed on either side of his head, giving him a fair view of your… assets. “I’m so glad that you could make it.”

He could barely get out a, “H-Hello.”

You laughed jovially and stood, pulling him up with you before latching onto his arm, wet head rubbing against it. You held the appendage to your chest, unaware of the hormonal turmoil you were putting your best friend through.

“Let’s go swimming!” you pulled him with you, much like you had when the two of you had first traded words, and then jumped into the pool, your form perfect as you dove –toes pointed, legs together, back straight, arms above your head. Kid took off his shirt, baring his pale chest and jumped in after you.

His cheeks were slightly pink as he recalled the memory. Of course, once that one was done, another took over.

It was winter of the same year and you were invited by Lord Death to stay at the mansion since your parents were away on business with their meisters. You had been at their house for a month and a half and your room was right next to Kid’s. At the moment you were in his room, plopped on his bed as he sat in his beanbag chair, reading a book on the golden ratio.

“Kid…” you whined, bringing his attention to your pouting face. He noticed that your lips were full and delectable, and he had never wanted anything more in his life than to kiss you at that moment. “Stop being boring.”

“Stop being annoying,” was his reply as he flipped a page. “That position is an eyesore. Completely asymmetrical. Fix it.”

You rolled your eyes, but did as he asked anyways. “There, now, entertain me.”

“And how should I go about doing that exactly?”

“Can I braid your hair?”

“Absolutely not!” he said in outrage. It was degrading. Did you see him as girly or something? How he desired to be a man in your eyes. You giggled at his expression. He stood and set his book down before coming to sit beside you on the bed. “What do you want to do other than that?”

“I don’t know,” you say, “something.”

“How explanatory.”

You made a face, and he once again felt his golden eyes drawn to your lips, and he felt himself lean in towards you, wanting to claim them. He wanted to claim you, in all your beautiful, smart, glory. His face went red and he sat back up before he could do anything that he would regret later on.

“Kid?” you question, confused by his actions.

“I’m tired and require sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He turned his back to you and you took that as dismissal.

“Ok,” you say, hurt by his actions. “Whatever.”

Kid sighed again. That probably wasn’t the best way to go about that situation, he realized. Was this how you felt, he wondered, when he had ignored you in those moments. He needed to make things clear to you this weekend.

“You know,” Soul says to Lord Death’s son, “I think that you guys are the perfect two. She’s symmetrical, and you’re well…” Soul stopped himself before he said something he regretted. “Forget it.” In his mind, Soul thought: She’s symmetrical, and Kid’s not. They bring out the best in each other. Maka’s right. _______ and Kid are meant to be together.

--

It was Saturday morning when you got to Kid’s house. You rang the doorbell and he opened it, allowing you inside. You were wearing shorts and an off the shoulder shirt.

“You’re not symmetrical,” he tells you. You nod.

“I know.”

“Why aren’t you wearing something that’s symmetrical?”

“Because I didn’t feel like it,” you respond coyly. Kid’s eyes narrow and he walks towards you.

“Take it off.”

“What?”

“Take it off.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I’m not taking my shirt off, Kid.”

“Then I’ll take it off for you,” he says and jumps at you, fingers groping at the edges of your shirt, trying to force it over your head.

“What the hell?” you screech, trying to pull your shirt down as he was forcing it up.

“It’s your fault for wearing such garbage!”

“This is a pretty shirt!”

“No! It’s asymmetrical!” With that, he tore it off with a passion, leaving you in your lacy black bra with a skull connecting the two cups. He stared at you. You stared at him.

Then, with rage, you tackled him to the ground, scratching to get your shirt back.

“You bitch! Give it back!”

“I will not let you wear such an abomination in my home!”

“Give it back!”

“Why? Your bra is perfectly symmetrical.”

“Kid!” you yell, outraged at the comment. How dare he say something so rude! You pull your arms back, to cover your chest, a present blush on your cheeks. He stares at you. “Give. It. Back.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Death the Kid, you hand over that shirt this instant!”

“I’ll let you wear one of mine!” he gives you his signature puppy-dog eyes. “I just can’t stand to look at something so asymmetrical.”

You had to give in. What girl in their right mind could resist such an adorable face? “Fine. Get me a shirt.”

“Thank you, _______!” he says. “Now you can return to being perfectly symmetrical!” Kid jumped up from where he was and ran to his room, leaving you sitting on the ground, arms still crossed over your chest. There was definitely something wrong with that kid. But God, you loved him anyways. He came back and threw a button-up at you. You quickly put it on, but ended up sad to find out that it was hard to fasten it over your breast.

“Um, Kid…” you say, unsure of how to breach this topic.

“Yes?” he asks.

“I think my boobs are too big,” you cough out, looking down at the shirt which pulled tight over your chests, buttons looking as if they would fly off at any second. He blushed upon seeing this and quickly looked away.

“Sorry,” he says, “but at least you’re symmetrical now. That’s all that matters.”

“Thanks,” you say with sarcasm. “Glad to know that my comfort means so much to you.”

“You’re welcome,” he answers back. You stand, the whole top half of you feeling stiff with the shirt and say:

“Alright, let’s do something productive. What did you want me to come over for?”

“I want to talk to you,” he says, the pink on his cheeks getting darker. “About the past few weeks. You’ve been ignoring me. It’s hurt me.”

“You’ve hurt me too,” you snap back before you can stop yourself. His eyes widen.

“When?”

“When you didn’t choose me to be your weapon! I waited for you to choose me, you know? I had tons of meisters ask to be my partner, and I said no to all of them because I only wanted to be wielded by you. But no. You just had to go for the symmetrical weapons. The hell, man? Do you know how betrayed I felt? I thought that you would choose me!”

He felt guilt gnaw at his insides as you looked at him with pain-filled eyes. “I’m so-…”

“You hurt me every time I see you with them. I’m sorry that I want to be with you all the time. I’m sorry for sounding so possessive, because I’m really not, Kid. You know that. I’m a giving person, I share –we learned that in kindergarten. But, Kid. I just don’t get it. I’m so possessive of you. I just… I just want you to be with me, and only me. You’re so special Kid. You’re so damn special and important to me that it hurts because you don’t feel the same way.”

“_______, I-”

“You just don’t get it, Kid!” you feel tears in your eyes and you want to stop yourself, but you can’t. “You complete me. You’re the shoes and I’m the laces, you’re the apple to my pie, you’re the peanut butter to my jelly, you straw to my berry, and dammit, you’re every single butterfly that I feel in my belly. It’s hurt me to ignore you Kid, because I just don’t know how I could live without you. You complete me. You’re the pencil and I’m the paper, and I don’t care how cold to me you are because I all I want is to be with you. But at the same time,” you pause to take a breath, “but at the same time, I can’t be with you when you tear me apart like you do. You don’t care, and you just go around not caring and it hurts so much. I want you to be my prince. I want you to be my knight in shining armor. I want you to save my when I’m a damsel. I want you to abduct me, like I matter.

“I want you to be there for me, and want me, and need me, and love me, because dammit, Kid. You’re just so perfect and I love you. I love you so much it’s painful. I love you for your OCD and your freakiness. I love you for your obsession with symmetry. I love you for your sensitivity. I love you for your reactions. I love ever bit of you, even down to those three stripes on the side of your head. I don’t care if you’re a little asymmetrical. I don’t care because I love you too much. You’re unique and amazing and beautiful and perfect and kind and smart. I love you so much and it hurts because you don’t love me too.”

Kid stared at you, golden eyes wide from what you had just told him, still processing what you had said. “_______...” he said, unsure what to say.

“Just forget about it,” you sigh. “Just forget what I said. I don’t want to be a bother.”
He walked towards you and tilted your head up. His golden eyes looked softly into yours.

“_______...” he says again. “I want a lot of things too.”

You stare at his lips, oh so close to your own and breathe out a simple: “Like what?”

Kid lets out a long, hot breath before saying: “I want to be your prince. I want you to pay attention to me, and only me. I want you to be with me forever. Because I love the most.”

He pushes you back and you land on his couch. With that, Kid crashes his lips into yours, noses bumping and hearts fluttering as he fulfills the act he had wanted to do for so long. Your eyes flutter shut and you press back against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck as you respond. You tilt your head to deepen it and he runs his tongue over your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You allow it and he feels around the new territory, loving your taste. It was over too soon though, as you broke apart to breath. Your breaths were heavy as you gazed into each other’s eyes. His hand began to unbutton the shirt he had given you, making you blush, and his finger slid up and down the valley of your breasts, coming to play with the skull that hooked your bra together.

“And of course,” he added, “I want your symmetry…” he lowers his head to kiss along your collar bone. “Every last bit of it.