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Show Me That Glasgow Smile	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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3.
"And you weren't going to tell me? You unbelievable son of a bitch!"
"It wasn't important enough to relay to you."
"Our son could have been killed and that isn't important?"
"It was taken care of."
Of all the stupid things I had let slide over the years, this was the most infuriating. I couldn't think straight as I stormed up the stairs on the other side of the atrium into my office, both father and son trailing behind me.
"Hana—"
He tried grabbing my arm to stop me but I pulled out of his grasp. "Don't touch me right now." I tossed open the door and took a crystal sphere from a shelf nearby, setting it in a holder on my desk. I activated the shadows trapped within, pinpointing the news reels from Japan. In real time the shadows translated the feed.
"The Slit-Mouthed Woman, fact or fake? We have received numerous reports that several people have been admitted to the hospital, suffering from knife wounds resembling the old legend's scars. More have been brought to the morgue, either cut in half or beheaded. The surviving victims have not regained the ability to speak, but they have written descriptions of the woman. She wears a medical mask, and asks her victims if she is beautiful, just like the stories. Police are on the lookout for this madwoman, and are looking for any leads on the case."
I glared at them both, who looked extremely guilty. "I see it was taken care of."
"Dad took her out with the scythe," Drago said. "I saw her evaporate. He said she wouldn't come back for some time."
"Those victims have been killed and attacked over the past few weeks," Pitch added. "She wouldn't have had enough time in the past two hours to do all of this."
"Then what's made the globe glow?" I said.
"With the news being released to the public, they'd be more on edge with the information. The Japanese are extremely superstitious. It'd be perfectly logical for it to start flaring up again."
He had me there. It didn't make his choice any less foolish. "And you knew she was there."
"I was looking for her myself to put an end to her antics before they got out of hand. I don't need to give the Guardians another excuse to barge into our home. The fact that your globe is still glowing, and these news reports, it means nothing." He looked to Drago. "Humans are slow to see what's right in front of them, if they see it at all. We won't know until nightfall if she stayed down or if she didn't."
"Regardless, you shouldn't have dragged Drago into this," I countered. "If you knew she was roaming the streets, why the hell would you think it was a good idea to expose him to that?"
"I am right here," he muttered, and we both snapped at him to stay silent.
"We won't be here to protect him forever, nor will he be here for us to protect," Pitch answered, crossing his arms over his chest. "He's leaving soon after his birthday, remember? He's on his own then. He's had enough training to stand against any other creature in our realm. This thing," he gestured to the crystal, "is not something just anyone can take down, nor can she be taken out with one person. She cannot be killed, only stopped for a short amount of time. I couldn't stop her by myself."
"Then take me with you, not your son."
"I can't risk that."
"And why not?"
He pressed his lips together, and I knew I was pushing his temper. Without a word he stepped forward, activating the shadows again. "What do you see in common with the victims?"
I looked into the crystal, seeing it focus on everyone the spirit had killed or maimed. All ten did have something obvious in common. I frowned and looked at him. "So they're all men. What about it?"
He let the shadows rest again. "The kuchisake-onna will target men of all ages. She either kills or maims them depending on the answers to her questions. Sometimes, if the victims know of the lore, they can get away, either by confusing her with an ambiguous answer or throwing candy at her. However, if she targets a woman, she can and most likely will turn that woman into another kuchisake-onna."
My anger started to dissipate then. He had no choice but to keep it from me. He knew I'd insist on helping, which would have ended much worse than it did. I let out a heavy sigh, ridding myself of residual spite. "So what do we do now?"
"For now, I suggest we send out several Nightmares and Shadowbats to patrol the streets to make sure she stays down. If it turns out she is still killing every night, we will intervene."
"The Guardians should know," Drago said, looking between us. "You've said it yourself, they'll come here first. If they find out this thing is out hunting, it's better to inform them than keep them in the dark."
It wasn't the most pleasant of options, but it would be necessary later on. I pressed my lips together and nodded, tilting my head towards the door. "Find Vlad and send him to North. He'll take it from there. Tell him not to take action like his usual brash self." I paused for a moment. "Better yet, send Vlad to Clara. She'll be able to handle North better than we could."
He nodded in understanding and left the office, closing the door behind him. The resulting quiet unnerved even me. I jumped as the silence was broken. "So am I still an unbelievable son of a bitch? Or can we go to bed and resolve this little misunderstanding?"
I bit my lip. He had taken the course he believed to be the most effective. I did tend to underestimate Drago's abilities. It still hadn't sunk in that he wasn't a boy anymore. He had grown up on me. He developed powers beyond either of his parents. He was fully capable of fending for himself. But what mother wants to admit her first-born child is ready to be cast into the world? I was no different than any other maternal creature. I did owe Pitch some form of apology. "Close the curtains."
He let out a soft chuckle while he did as asked, closing the curtains I had placed over the window overlooking my globe. "So you forgive me?"
I watched him stalk around the desk. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm still furious with you." I let him heft me onto the desk and stand between my legs. "You're just lucky I'm still high and horny."
"Oh I am a lucky man, I'm aware." He took hold of my hands as I tried to tease him through his pants. "That's why I couldn't tell you. I can't risk losing you."
I didn't let him say more. I pulled him down to my lips, reigniting the flame that had built up before. I knew he loved me in his own twisted way. And I knew how much he had suffered in the past. It was why I had agreed to take the title as his wife. There had been no official ceremony. Who would tell the King of Nightmares he couldn't just say we were married? They'd be suicidal. I had agreed with him ages ago when we said we wouldn't only because I didn't want him committing to something like that if he was still clinging to the past. The past before he lost his soul. It wasn't as if it changed anything between us when he had brought it up eight years ago. Only my last names changed, both mortal and immortal. I preferred being addressed as Mrs. Black over Miss Eve anyway.
I was still mad at him for endangering our son, but he had had no other choice. Despite our past agreements and gatherings, he would never turn to the Guardians for help. Not if he could help it. In this case, the only one left was Drago. So, for now, I forgave him.
I sighed into his skin as he picked up his pace, impatience pouring through his actions. I could taste the residual fear from before on his lips, making me ache for more. He unfastened my pants again, this time pulling them down with my panties, forcing me to raise my hips for him. I pulled him back as he fumbled with his own pants, dropping them just enough for what we needed. With one swift thrust he filled me up, forcing a gasp from me.
He held himself up on the desk , shifting for better balance. "Mm, I can't remember the last time we defiled your office."
"Which makes it too long. Don't make it any longer."
I saw the mischief in his eyes before he grinned. "Oh no, we wouldn't want you to go much longer without me doing this…" He rolled his hips, sending a shock of pleasure through my belly. "Or even this…" He bent down to kiss my neck. He must have been leaning on a small stack of papers. His balance faltered and he accidentally knocked over my lamp, shattering the bulb.
I couldn't help but laugh. "My smooth operator," I choked out before he snorted and started laughing as well.
"How do you know I didn't mean to do that? I could be clearing room to fuck you better."
I arched a brow. "Is that right? I thought you were doing well enough." True I wasn't in the most comfortable position, but that didn't matter. Physical intimacy was hard enough to find time for. I was sick of the dream sex. "Come now, Oogie. You're leaving your queen unsatisfied."
"What a shame. Allow me to remedy the inconvenience…"
He gave me no warning, no time to comprehend anything. He pinned my wrists over my head with one hand and held my hip in place with the other, taking me over and over again. In my office, I didn't have to be quiet. I didn't have to worry about being heard. I let him know just how good he felt. His body pressed to mine, keeping me against the desk as he kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine. It was too good. I couldn't take it. His pace didn't falter as he took me hard. I called for him with his real name. My teeth and nails sank into whatever flesh he had exposed as my legs locked around his slender hips. I felt the pressure building in me again, different from when we were fooling around in the den. All at once it exploded and I almost couldn't breathe. My vision went hazy and my head light. I begged him not to stop as the climax slowly faded. Instead he picked up his pace, bringing me right back to the brink.
All the while he wasn't quiet either. Curses slipped past his lips against my own between kisses. He moaned into my skin. I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth to bite him playfully and he let out a soft laugh. I could tell he missed the physical intimacy as well. Dreams could only satisfy so much. He'd still wake up stiff in the evening afterward, but we rarely had time to have sex to get rid of it. Some nights I had time to help him, others I couldn't. Though it always meant he was more sensitive the longer we waited. It wasn't all bad.
I felt his pace falter and he took in a sharper breath of air. He was getting close. His grip on my hip and my wrists increased, just below a painful level. I arched into him, letting him go deeper.
"Naughty girl," he growled, though another moan broke his tough façade. His strokes became short and sharp. His jaw tightened against the pleasure.
I didn't get to see more before my own pleasure burst again, forcing me to arch farther off the desk, tilting my head back and exposing my throat. He wasted no time in accepting the invitation, running his tongue over the exposed skin around my collar.
"Have you guys—Oh! Oh fuck, I'm sorry!"
We stopped, him mid-stroke and me still rigid from the orgasm that had yet to completely fade away. In my upside-down vision, Jack was shielding his eyes in the doorway. During our high and horny state, we hadn't thought to lock the door. I had no idea what to do. "Um, hi Jack." Technically with how we were on the desk, the winter spirit couldn't see any skin besides my legs, though with my usual thigh-high socks, even that wasn't much.
Pitch wasn't as polite. If I had been cockblocked twice in two hours I would have been pissy too. I had had mine, he hadn't yet. "What the hell are you doing here, Frost?"
He kept his eyes shielded and averted. "We were talking in the Pole before Hana's 'bat got there. Sandy saw something in Japan while he was out tonight and wanted us all to meet to talk about what to do." He shifted in place uncomfortably. "They sent me to tell you to go to the Pole, and to bring Drago. I didn't think you'd be—"
"We'll get there when we get there," he said, venom dripping from his voice. "Now get out before I send a Nightmare to rip you apart."
Jack hadn't been scared of the man in twenty years, but even he knew not to push the issue currently. He apologized and excused himself, letting the office door slam behind him.
I shifted my gaze back to Pitch. "So what now?"
He growled through his nose, getting off of me. "I don't need North coming here accusing us of avoiding a situation if we tried to get back into the mood." He fixed his pants and helped me off the desk to find my own.
I bit my lip. "Kozmotis…"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." He crossed his arms, nodding to the small computer on an untainted space of my desk while I put my pants back on. "I can take care of myself if I need to."
"Still though."
He gave me a small smile. "So long as you had your fun, I'm fine."
I nodded. It didn't make it any fairer. "We need automatic locks."
"Not many are foolish enough to come down here." He tilted his head to the door. "Prime example number one. Which I'm surprised at, since I pegged him as example number two usually."
My workers all knew never to come in if we were alone in the office, especially not if the curtains were drawn. They would usually deter either of the kids in that case. That only left the brave fools of the Guardians, and not many of them braved the Boogeyman's wrath. Not these days. "I suppose we can't decline the summons, can we?"
He shook his head. "Otherwise I would have told Frost to go fuck himself."
He'd be on edge for quite some time yet. Going straight to the Pole probably wasn't the best idea, but North was bringing it upon himself if things went awry. I wasn't going to be the most pleasant person either. I was still exhausted from taking care of Evilyn all day. I smacked my head. "Oh no, Evilyn."
He frowned. "What about her?"
I let out a laugh, finding the situation actually a bit humorous. "I just told her that nothing happens when she stays awake. I thought I finally had her convinced to go to bed when told, since she realized she never actually saw anything happen when she stayed awake." I put my face in my hands. "She'll be so mad at me."
His smirk returned. "Don't worry about her. We should be back before she even wakes up."
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