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

Something soft greeted her skin. (F/n) shifted her head a little, rubbing into it more. Her fingers clutched at it, and her bare arms felt it over them. (H/c) locks fanned around her face and covered her closed eyes a little. Breathing steady, she opened her eyes.

Afternoon light peeked through the gaps in her curtains. A small smile graced her lips at the simple sight. Her eyes turned to her bed, and she cuddled into the sheets a little. (F/n)'s back moved in the process, and she winced. Still waking up, she didn't register last night's event yet.

Instead, she didn't consider it to be anything serious. The smile stayed on her lips as she was peaceful. Her head turned more into the pillow, and her eyes almost closed again. They stopped, however, when she felt something brush across her forehead gently.

Her present mental state told her that it was just her mother waking her up. She had slept until afternoon, but that was when she heard a giggle. The serenity of the moment crumbled. (F/n)'s eyes shot open, and her hands gripped the pillow all the more. Breath catching in her throat, she refused to look above her.

Memories of last night rushed through her. She recalled how she had only been able to keep her conscious state for five of his inflictions upon her back. Her tongue glided over her bottom lip, and she winced at the sensitive skin. The taste of metal lingered in her mouth, and she remembered how she had bit his hand on the fourth and fifth time. Sickness tugged at her stomach, but her desire not to move was stronger.

The nausea morphed into discomfort. His hand had pressed into her teeth more on both accounts. It had been evident that he had been enjoying the bites. Her disgust returned when she recollected the nearly inaudible moan that had escaped him. A knot formed in her stomach, and the taste of blood didn't help.

She swallowed some of her saliva and forced the urge to vomit away. Her hands dug into the pillow more as though she could burrow into safety. (F/n) noted that the bandages on her right hand had been removed. Brushing her fingers lightly against her palm, she felt the stitches and winced, though; she could tell that her hand was healing nicely.

"I know that you're awake, (f/n)." Another giggle met her ears, and she was dragged out of her thoughts. Fingers touched her left cheek and stayed there. "I saw that lovely smile of yours." She remained still. His hand glided along her cheek: up and down, up and down. "It reminded me of that pink carnation." The creature's hand paused before one of his fingers twirled around a lock of her hair.

"It was so beautiful ... so fragile." Her heart felt like it would explode from fear. "It could be crushed so easily." His finger pulled back. "It really suits you." She heard him step away before he sighed. "But, I probably won't see it again anytime soon. How disappointing."

Steadily, she switched her gaze to him. His right hand was in his hoodie pocket, and his back was turned to her. He leaned against the wall and stared towards the curtains. The creature's sunglasses weren't on. A large yawn exited him. It was high-pitched, but it didn't sound like anything cute.

He faced her, and she wished to shrink back into the sheets. Her eyes met his, and she noticed how tired he looked. There were dark bags under his eyes, and he released another yawn. His left hand covered his mouth. Lowering his hand, he explained, "I didn't get any sleep. I tried to sleep last night, but I couldn't fall asleep. My body wasn't used to it." Annoyance crossed his expression.

All (f/n) could think about, though, was the fact that he had lied down next to her. A shiver ran over her. She could've accidentally cuddled up to him. Desiring to create more distance between them, she managed to sit up while she endured the slight pain from her back. Her left hand supported most of her weight and helped to scoot her to the middle of her bed.

Nearly, she leaned against the headboard, but she decided against it. "And, you look like you didn't sleep later." Despite her terror, she inwardly smirked. Finally, he could experience the tiredness that she dealt with.

"I didn't. I had to make sure that your parents wouldn't come in here. I cleaned everything up, but I didn't want to take any chances." His right hand left the pocket and dragged down his face. "I didn't think that you would sleep for so long." The creature's eyes scanned over her, and his right index finger pointed. "But, I bandaged you." A small smirk tugged at his lips.

(F/n)'s eyes followed his. Heat invaded her cheeks, and she swiftly pulled the sheets over her. Her bra was on, but she didn't like being so exposed to him. "Well, your shirt was ripped and stained. I threw it out." He crossed his arms, and he giggled. A smirk covered his lips afterwards. "I had to remove your pants too. Blood had dripped on them."

To confirm his statement, she lifted the sheets a little before she hugged them to her more. Her cheeks were on fire, and she brought her knees to her chest. A glare set on her face. He paid no attention to it. "I cleaned them, though, along with the blanket. I cleaned the spot on the carpet with the blood too. Your pants and the blanket are hanging on the shower."

Pushing himself off of the wall, he giggled. "Just be thankful that I didn't remove your bra. There's blood on it too." The heat remained in her cheeks, and she roughly grabbed one of her pillows and chucked it at him. Effortlessly, he caught it. "I needed to sleep anyway." He lowered the pillow from his face. "But, you're welcome."

"I'm not thanking you." The creature set the pillow on the bed. His pale eyes examined her, and his smirk never left him. Her heart beat faster, and she held onto the sheets with a firmer grip. "You should've eaten what was in the fridge. All of that mess was your own doing, not mine."

"Oh? You're the one who didn't give me the phone and proceeded to break it. I gave you a fair punishment." He giggled and leaned forward a bit. "Besides, having you like that is a bonus. You're lucky that I didn't take more from you." Another scowl fixed itself on her, but it didn't fit her embarrassed and frightened eyes. "I even found my next target." If she could've brought her knees nearer, she would have. "It's ..."

"I don't want to know." She desired to shout, but she refrained from doing so. (F/n) stared away from him. "Just go to sleep. I need to change."

Giggling, he tossed the pillow back her way, and it landed in its original place. "I can always watch you too." She wanted to argue back, but the smirk on his lips indicated that she shouldn't try. Her fear gradually replaced itself with simple frustration. "But, I can hand your clothes to you. You picked out my clothes for me, so it's only fair."

"Nothing is fair with you."

"That's a little bit of an exaggeration. It's fair on my end." He shook his head in amusement before his left hand raised itself. His index finger pointed to her. "You just happen to be the weaker one in our pairing." Her eyes glanced to his nail briefly. She went to bite her lip before she remembered its condition, but she despised how he was right. Even her plan, which she thought would work, was barely holding up against him, and it hadn't even been halfway completed.

It didn't help either that he had called them a pairing again. That made it sound like they were a couple, which they most definitely weren't. When she went to meet his eyes again, he was facing away from her. A wine red bra was tossed her way. She caught it and hid it quickly. Thankfully, he moved onto her closet right after that. The thought of him spending a long time at her underwear drawer wasn't something that she wished to dwell on, but the color of the bra made complete sense.

Soon enough, a pair of wine red skinny jeans and a light pink, long-sleeved shirt lied in front of her. The thought of the colors being Valentine's Day ones were far from her head. She understood that he had only picked the pink one because it was a lighter variation of red. He was only making her look more like a walking meat bag to him.

Roughly, she grabbed the remaining clothes and dressed under the sheets. The creature closed her closet and gazed at her amused. "Really, is it that big of a deal? I've already seen you in only your underwear."

"You know the reason, you jerk," she mumbled, snapping her stained bra off and replacing it with the clean one. "I don't like you staring at me even when I'm dressed. I'd rather you go away, leave me alone and die." She struggled to get her jeans on, but she managed with time.

"Ouch," he remarked, but he giggled afterwards. "Well, you're going to have to do more than just wish for me to die, but you know that. And, that's why I'll figure out what you have planned with that Haley girl. Hopefully, it's something creative. I'll be disappointed otherwise."

"If I disappoint you, all the better. I don't want your approval." She slipped on her shirt and finally pulled the sheets away. On her feet, she headed towards the window. "I want you to hate it as much as possible." Her hands grabbed the curtains and threw them open. A hiss left him, and she smirked.