Wet, slurpy. Soft.

Her tongue went inside my mouth. I held her by the waist and pulled her closer. We took a breath, through our noses, a strand of saliva connecting us still. Yanking her closer, we smooched again.

"Axel... hah..."

"Shhh, Nea..."

One hand through her hair, messing it up. Around her cheeks, up her ears, her face was in my palms and her nails were digging into my neck, her leg started lifting and going down.

I touched her thigh first.

Then my hand went up, grazing over her skin. Her soft skin, in my fingers. Her muscles, the contour of her body, all in my hands. My fingers found the underside of her shirt, and started driving in.

—THUD THUD!

—THAM!

The world was thrilling outside.

A beautiful jazz piece, exciting, played along with heavy banging noises. It was perfect.

"This is perfect," said Nea.

It was.

I didn’t let her take the breath and kissed her again.

I was going deeper and deeper into her clothes.

Up her stomach.

***

"GET THEM!!"

"W-who are these people!?"

"Fuck! He had back-up!"

The mafia screamed as a whole new group of people started charging in. Their eyes maddened red and a laugh behind most of their swings. A strange blue glow surrounded these people as they leapt over the indoor pond and started running toward the seven-foot-tall monster.

"God damn, fuck off!"

The Capo swung his arm. The ground underneath formed spikes and struck one of the white-robed people.

He took the hit, fell on the ground, and right in that instant, his body started healing. Another of the white-robed bastards glanced at the mafia and clicked his tongue.

"Don’t come in our way, you clowns...!"

It didn’t take long for the Torville gang to realize.

"CEF...?!"

"Fucking hell..." The capo laughed as he saw the bastards. There was one thing in common among the people who abided by the law and the ones who broke it.

They all hated the fucking CEF.

"BETTER! KILL THEM TOO!"

Torville gang was no pushovers. They all called their spells out and started attacking. Flames, ice, wind, rocks, trees, bones, light, all kinds of magic spells forming orbs and weapons across the sky flew across the two sides.

Many of them targetting John, the largest number. John pulled out his sword and swung it across.

"...!"

Most of the attacks coming at him were neutralized, but some struck him still. The sheer volume was getting at him now.

The living armor looked back, Karina was now hiding under a table.

He had to move. He had to make a move now.

Phantom... was in the bathroom. Alright. The plan of action was ready.

John quickly lifted the table and used it as a shield. He stuffed the sword in his mouth and in one arm, lifted Karina.

"Woaaah!"

In a leap, John crossed the restaurant’s length. Music kept getting hotter, the beats more intense, would he escape was the question on everyone’s mouth! He could! They were distracted.

"D-don’t let him go!"

A torville member on the ground screamed first.

The ones fighting turned toward John.

Without wasting a second, the living armor punched a hole in the wall of the establishment and pushed Karina outside. There were still a few people escaping, he pointed away.

"But you!" Karina tried to interject, John turned back to face the attackers.

Her heart was thumping. Oh! What a man!

Little did she know... there was no man inside there.

And whatever was in there, was thinking of running.

He had to grab Phantom and get the fuck out of here. There was no way they would be able to take the onslaught of all these.

"Get the devil first!" The bishop screamed.

"Fuck up that asshole!" So did the Caporegime.

John raised his hand, and beckoned them. ’Come here’ he gestured. Then, showed them his middle finger. He had learned this from Phantom.

As the attacks came pouring in, John removed his sword and started charging ahead.

***

I was up her stomach, my thumb on her navel, my other fingers were reaching the lower strap of her bra, right underneath her breasts.

I kissed her again.

My other hand busy on her neck, pressing down on her veins, a slight pressure on her breathing.

Her tongue was licking at me. Rolling into mine. I swallowed every inch of saliva.

—THAM! THAM! THAM!

The sounds were only getting louder, so were our breaths.

"Nea... Can I?"

"Please... god, please..."

I pushed my fingers under her bra, touching her underboobs. Slowly, I was riding up.

***

There was only one goal for John, that was to leave. He crossed the river. Took on some attacks, his armor was getting dented at many places.

John swung his sword down, the sheer pressure causing the mafia and the knights to fall back.

The knights immediately stood back up as the Bishop’s healing revived them, while the mafioso bastards didn’t give a fuck about pain and struck anyway.

He kicked and pushed them.

The bass was building up toward a drop.

Goal was in sight.

The bathrooms were right in front of him.

A strong swing, to break it all down. He needed to get out.

***

Goal was in sight.

My thumb now grazed over her erect nipples.

"Nnng..."

—THAM!

Right then, the sound was louder than ever.

The wall next to us came collapsing down, the entire cabin crushed.

Nea and I froze, my hand still in her clothes, our clothes both a mess, her leg over my waist, her arms around my neck.

On our side, was a giant living armor, a fair distance away from swinging his sword.

And two large gangs of god knew what people...

We were out. Exposed in the public.