Part 4:

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"Chocolate, cake, books, and cuddles, isn't this the best date a person can ask for?"

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I flopped down on my bed and buried my face into my pillow. What the heck was that?! Is this what humans usually do on Valentines Day? He did not seem mad so maybe I did not screw up? Night time had set leaving me to recall all of today's events in a frenzy.

         Knock knock. I flung my head out of my bed's pillow and scurried to the room's door to take a peek at the unexpected visitor, only to have to have to door blown open once unlocking it. In came Yuki, Mammon, and the one and only Asmodeus, stumbling over each other. "What are you idiots doing?" the trio didn't mind my bitter question and attitude, and just excitedly stood up with grin on their faces, well except Mammon who was sulking as if he had lost another bet. Asmodeus and Yuki on the other hand swarmed me while jumping up and down in excitement. "What's up with you all?" I was getting a bad feeling about this and my doubts were only further proven as the pink-headed demon took a step forward and held his D.D.D in front of my face, "Look at this smitten pic I took at the Lament café~"

              I frowned in annoyance at the photo in front of me, and grabbed Asmodeus by the collar in a threatening manner, "Listen here Pinky-Pie, I don't know how you get these pics. This isn't the first time, but it's about time you have stopped this shenanigans!"

         " Well~ that's up for Lucifer to decide," Asmodeus cooed, as he pinched my cheeks. "Anyway, thanks to you my cutie, I have won my bet with Mammon~"

           "Bet?" I repeated feeling further more agitated." What Bet?"

            "Who tops in your relationship with Satan of course!" The demon joyfully stated with his eyes sparkling in delight. "Of course, me and Yuki betted on you!"

           "Ah so this has been all your doing Asmo," two familiar voices  simultaneously intruded the conversation, spreading goose bumps across our skin.

             "A-ahaha ow, Lucifer," he pink-haired demon chuckled nervously, as the older demon walked in with a displeased expression. "Hold up, it's not what it looks like. . . Ahhh ow ow! Ouch! Stop pulling me by the ear! Stop treating me like Mammon!!"

             At the mention of the white haired demon as I watched Asmodeus dragged away, I looked back at Mammon, who was in dip of depression at the far corner of the bedroom. "Ah, he must be bummed by that bet," I sighed and turned to walk over to him, but only to get stopped swiftly, with an arm snaking around my waist, and pulling me back.

             "Let him be, he will get over it," Satan spoke in a matter of fact, while burying his face into the crook of my neck from behind.

           Yuki stood there awkwardly watching with her face beet-red and brain most likely playing God knows what type of scenarios. "Not here," I hissed, forced myself out of his grip with a flushed face, and lead him away form the scene. "You knew Asmodeus was there at the cafè, didn't you? " I grumbled, as I stormed down the hallways with Satan behind me smiling form ear to ear.

           "Maybe, maybe not," he stopped walking once we were in front of his room, opened the door, before turning back to me , and taking his hand in mine with a gentle-genuine look in his face as he slowly lead me in.

           Despite it being an hour or more since we came back from our small day out, it did not seem enough for this demon, to say the least. "Is something wrong?" I asked, as he pulled me into a tight embrace, once the room's door closed behind us, his face buried into my neck, but I only to receive a small head shake as a reply.

            "No, nothing is wrong . . ." I could hear his voice shiver a little in hesitation," . . . It just feels unreal being here by your side."

            His grip tightened, and his body seemed to constantly stiffen and relax against me. Was he shivering? "Yuna, can you just stay here for a while? Paperwork isn't the best listener," he let out an awkward chuckle, before loosening his hold on me, and walked over to one of his bookshelves; pulling out a thick book and handing it to me.

"Open it."

               I blinked in hesitancy, while looking forth and back at Satan and the book in my hands. "I won't get zapped by a spell right? I have heard quite a fine share of stories from Yuki and Belphagor," the edge if his lips tugged upwards a bit at my response, as he turned around and made his way to the room's bathroom," Take your time Kitten, I will be back in a second."

          Once disappearing from my sight I opened the book , but there were no . . . Pages. It was then it dawned on me this was in fact was not a book at all, but a box, and where once was supposed to be rough sheets of paper, was now a slim, a slim, pink box sealed shut by red-ribbons. Right next to it was a small white-sticky note . . .

"I'm yours,
Your mine,
Isn't that right?"

           I felt my face heat up, as I placed the sticky note on a nearby book stand, before opening the box. 'I'm yours', huh. It had several pieces of chocolate, but they all seemed to have been slightly melted. I took out one piece and studied it carefully, you never know what your boyfriend could do when he is after all the Avatar of Wraith. He could probably have dipped them in some weird potion to turn me into a cat against my will for a limited time, or some other hocus pocus. "Don't worry I didn't place them in any potions!" coincidentally, I heard a certain person yell out from the bathroom against the sound of the shower's running water.

           Plopping the sweet delight into my mouth, whole, and munching it down eagerly, I felt a sugar rush tingle through me. "So good," I moaned to myself, walking over to the room's large window, while stuffing another piece into my mouth. Fruit flavored chocolate and strawberry whipped cream cake . . .  What could possibly make a better Valentine than food? Hold up, maybe I have been spending too much time with Beelzebub, his habits are rubbing off on me.

        I shrugged and took in another piece into my mouth, while staring at the view of the mansion's front yard. . . .When it hit me, I did not get him anything. 

         A frown made its way to my features. Putting down the chocolate box and licking off the melted sweetness on my fingers, I sat on Satan's bed crossed legged while endlessly pondering to myself, I should have gotten him something. Should I go to the kitchen and try making tea? No, it will be weird if I just suddenly left and he came out.

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myself with regret and questions, an arm swiftly found its way around my waist and forced me down onto the bed, causing me to yelp in surprise. "What's on your mind?" I turned my body to the side to face Satan after hearing his concerned voice.

          "Nothing," I hastily responded, before trying to sit up, only to get pulled down again.

          " Stay  with me a while longer," his night wear did not do him justice, truly.

           Despite wearing emerald, silk pants and a long sleeved shirt, I could feeling every slim built part of him lingering under it due to the dampness the shower had left on his body . I gulped and I felt him cuddling closer until our noses barely touched. "Not gonna hiss at me this time, Kitten?" He teased, slipping his hand under my blouse and tracing his fingers over the faint scars that had lingered there from my early days as an angel's familiar .

            "Shut it," my gaze landed back at the faded hickey exposed at his neck and could not help but reach out and caress it while biting my lower lip. "Hey, look um I- mhm!"but I did not get the chance to continue speaking.

           I felt myself melt at a sudden taste bolting into my mouth. He was so warm, due to the bath and blond, damp hair stuck against his forehead and flushed cheeks. Pulling away to gasp for air, while sensing a sight burning sensation rushing through me, I rested my head against his chest and fiddled nervously with his collar. A tint of red reaching my cheeks. He plopped his chin over my head and held me gently as we laid there in a calming silence. "If you told me we were going out like this I was have gotten you something you know," I scolded the demon gripping his shirt tightly a mixture of guilt and frustration boiling inside me.

            His laughter ringed me my ears like Christmas bells," Really? Well, there is one thing I want. . . "

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I had to release this now. I'm too excited to hear everyone's opinion.