A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Amusement park restrooms weren't the cleanest, and the fact that she was pressed up against the wall of one wasn't exactly that appealing if at all for that matter. Despite that issue, there was a greater one a couple of feet in front of her. How had she foolishly forgotten to clarify which part of her he could have for dessert and how much? She just had to play the heroine and save that lady from an early fate with death. Her survival instincts told her to back out, but she didn't want to add a fifth person to the list of the creature's kills in such a short time span. It wasn't realistic to think that she could prevent another death for the rest of the game, but her mind still would like to think that.

Right now, however, she could prevent one, but her deal with the creature for that woman's life hadn't been planned out in the smartest of fashions. Hearing him move, though, dragged her from her thoughts, and she stared straight ahead even if she couldn't see him. That's where he last had been. "You can always back out of this, (f/n), and just let me kill that woman." He took another step forward.

"N-n-no," she responded, her voice coming out shakier than she had wanted it to. Her hands clenched by her sides out of fear when he stepped closer to her. He leaned down, and she could feel his breath by her right ear. (F/n) couldn't help but shake a little. In the past, he had taken bites and small samples of her multiple times, but they never grew less terrifying. The pain always came back, and that primal part of him always lit up in his optics after he had a taste. There continually was the question of whether he would lose control of his urges and just finish her off or force things to go further even if his words pointed to him holding himself back.

"Very well." He moved his lips back, and she felt his hands rest on her coat. "I'm going to take this off and your shirt." Her cheeks grew slightly warm despite the situation, and she muttered something in response. A giggle left him. "You act like I haven't changed you before." The creature soon slipped off her jacket and placed it on the sink counter. Another giggle escaped him. "Have you forgotten the cabin?"

"No," her tone came out harsh. She felt his hands touch the hem of her shirt. Quickly, she placed her hands over his. "I can take off my shirt, though, now." He giggled once more, but he stepped back. Still embarrassed to a degree, she removed it and felt for her coat before she placed it on top. Hesitantly, she asked, "W-What pa-part ..."

Cutting her off, he giggled and answered, "Just some from your back."

"But, that ..."

Again, he didn't let her finish. "I know. The scars all healed nicely even the newer ones." The creature closed the distance between them once more. His hands landed on either side of her on the counter while his chest was only a couple inches from her back. "So, it'll be perfect," he practically purred out. A shiver ran over her, and it didn't help that it felt like there was an air conditioning unit in the bathroom.

His left nails glided over her skin and along her spine. Another chill raced through her, and she couldn't help but grip the counter some. "But, I won't get another taste for probably some time." He pressed himself even nearer to her, closing the gap between them entirely. A series of dreadful thoughts passed through her mind, and she was tempted to bolt out the door even if she didn't have her coat and shirt on, but that would cause chaos and probably more deaths. Her hands gripped the counter more, and she shut her eyes even though the lights were off.

Bringing his nails back down to her lower back, he trailed them around to the front of her. They glided across her midsection before his arm was wrapped around her. By now, her legs shook some. "Can't you hurry this up?!" she yelled somewhat quietly so that she wouldn't draw attention from outside the bathroom. Desperation was in her voice, and it was quite clear how uncomfortable she was with the current situation.

"No, I'm going to enjoy this." Both of his hands met hers before they slid up her arms, guiding her to spin around slowly. (F/n), however, shook her head. She parted her lips about to speak, but his right hand soon covered her lips. "You said that I could have dessert. You never said how much," he mentioned chillingly in her left ear. "And, I'm only going to be giving you a kiss." A giggle parted from him. "I'm not going to bite your lips." His tone grew a bit commanding. "Now, turn around for me, my partner."

Fists clenching, she reluctantly spun around slowly. "Good girl." She would've punched him if she wasn't worried about him taking even more. His right fingers slipped from her mouth, and his left hand disappeared from her too. Momentarily confused, she was caught off guard. A slight gasp escaped her, and her eyes opened up as he lifted her up and set her on top of her coat and shirt.

Nearly, she fell back. Her hands reached forward to gain stability, and, inevitably, they held onto the creature's hoodie, which only moved him closer. He now stood between her legs, and she hated how he was still taller than her even with her being on the counter. A heavy glare set on her countenance, and she swore that she almost saw him smirk in the darkness.

Her hands went to leave him, but his left arm wrapped around her waist again warningly. His right fingers cupped her chin softly, and she felt him lean forward. He pressed her more into him, and her hands were pushed against his chest more. Unable to tilt her head back, she felt his lips meet hers in one of his gentle kisses. No heat touched her cheeks, and she wished to end the kiss as soon as possible, but his grip on her tightened so that she couldn't leave the kiss.

Nails poked at her skin threateningly when she still tried to resist. (F/n) forced herself to calm down and let the kiss pass. Her stomach turned as she thought about the people he had ate earlier, and how those same lips were pressed to her own. She felt something rise in her throat. Knowing exactly what it was, her hands pushed back on him some and started to hit his chest lightly.

That protest, though, only made his nails dig into her skin more. She felt her skin break, but she continued to hit him. Moans of discomfort left her before her whole body tensed. With a last ditch effort, she shoved her hands against him hard. To her relief, the creature stepped back. In the process, though, his nails tore into her skin some, and she would've cried out if it weren't for what was happening. The creature, finally realizing what was occurring, rushed over to her and grabbed her hair with his right hand when she fell to her knees.

Holding her hair back, he knelt beside her and pressed the palm of his left hand to the bleeding wound now on her left side so that the bleeding would slow some. What little was in her stomach came up during that and splashed into the toilet, which she somehow thankfully had found. The sounds only made it worse, and she emptied her stomach more. Soon, only bile parted from her. When that finished, she panted some in order to catch her breath, and she winced noticeably when the wound's pain finally began to hit her.

Once her breathing became somewhat steady, she felt her body lift into the air. Her energy was gone for the moment, and she only managed to hit him weakly in the chest. Tired from the sudden throwing up and from lack of sleep, she leaned her head against him out of pure exhaustion. She closed her eyes and held her arms over her midsection. A brief, quiet cry escaped her when her arm rubbed against her wound too much.

Setting her down on the counter carefully, her body leaned to her right, and he held onto her so that she wouldn't slam into the wall. "You can sleep while I tend to this." His voice came out softer than she expected, but she still went to protest. "Shh." The creature pressed his right index finger to her lips. "Rest. Your body needs it. I'll make the timeout period longer, so don't worry about the game right now."

Finding the will to struggle decreasing, she nodded slightly before she parted her lips to release a breath. The pain from the wound nagged at her, but her exhaustion from the whole game finally won. Against her better judgment, she drifted into unconscious. Her arms fell limp against her sides, and her lips parted some as her breath became steadier.

Looking over her, he sighed lightly. He wanted to savor that kiss for longer. Her lips even when not bitten were immensely pleasurable when against his. That slight warmth from them and their intoxicating smell were absolute rapture, yet how she was now brought other feelings to table. One of those was an overwhelming sense of calmness that he only had experienced by her side.

The creature grabbed some paper towels and wetted them before he dabbed her wound with them. Once done, he crumpled them but didn't throw them in the trash. He'd toss them in another location to be safe. He cleaned the area with some more paper towels before he removed a set of bandages from his duffel bag, which he had set on the floor earlier, and proceeded to wrap her wound. That calmness remained as he did so. A slight smile greeted his lips; he adored viewing her in such a peaceful state, and he forgot about their kiss being ruined.

Rather, the turn of events allowed him to observe this side of her: the one that didn't flinch at his touch even if he did enjoy that at times. Once he had her wound wrapped up completely, he moved her clothes out from under her and proceeded to dress her without waking her. When she was bundled up again, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you," he whispered against her skin before he set about cleaning the bathroom.