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He was the only one who didn’t annoy her as intensely as the others.
He kept coming to her cabin, but he always just stood there silently and waited.
He simply sat near the entrance without saying a word, without knocking on the door.
Rumors of a strange, romantic attraction to her had reached Fifteen long ago, but she just ignored them, paid them no special attention, even though it was the only thing she’d heard from the “outside world.” Fifteen almost never left her comfort zone.
He didn’t send letters, didn’t try to strike up a conversation. He just appeared near her home, as if he wasn’t even hoping she’d open the door for him.
He wanted to be close, even if she herself was behind the wooden walls.
***
Zero was sitting by her doorstep again, holding a small bouquet. He held pink calla lilies in his hands, examining them from every angle. He figured he’d leave them by the door of Fifteen’s cabin again.
Zero was already about to head back. He half-rose, ready to leave the flowers, when he heard the creak of the door.
A shiver ran through his body, pleasant chills hitting his back. Standing in front of him was the one who had isolated herself from everyone—Fifteen.
A bright blush quickly spread across his face. He pulled the bouquet back against his chest.
Fifteen looked at Zero with displeasure, and he couldn’t get a single word out. It was as if she was sizing him up, scanning the visitor from head to toe.
He wasn’t scared or horrified—more surprised, or to some degree, happy. An uncertain smile began to form on his lips. His lips trembled slightly, his eyes darting over the tall silhouette in front of him.
Zero just silently held out the bouquet of pink flowers. Fifteen didn’t bat an eye. She stared at the bouquet for a long time, but Zero only waited.
Bright pink calla lilies.
Calla lilies themselves are a symbol of respect and admiration. Zero gave them as a sign of “worship” toward his beloved. And their pinkish hue symbolizes the budding of affection, politeness, and tenderness.
It was unlikely Fifteen knew the language of flowers, and even if she’d had an interest in something like that, it was highly improbable that she’d take it seriously…
She grabbed Zero by the forearm and yanked him sharply inside, slamming the front door shut. Zero jolted at the unexpected hospitality, but he managed to stay on his feet even though Fifteen pulled him in quite hard.
He adjusted his cap and quickly turned toward Fifteen, who was already placing the gifted bouquet on her small table. She didn’t have a spare vase for presents like this. Unfortunately.
The cabin was fairly small, but very cozy. A wooden table in the middle of the kitchen, a large bed in the corner, and a couple of plants in the window. There wasn’t a single picture or poster on the walls, and instead of a TV, there were just the views from the window.
***
The sun was already setting. The last rays of the star pierced through the dark curtains, faintly illuminating the small space Zero now found himself in. Zero quickly glanced around, then shifted his gaze back to his beloved.
Fifteen just silently sat down on the bed, glancing now at the floor, now at her first guest in such a long time.
Zero was still standing in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. He didn’t want to leave, and he didn’t want to do anything unnecessary. He was afraid he’d end up ignored for a long time again—after so long, he’d finally managed to get even a little of her attention.
Zero nervously fumbled with his fingers and kept looking away, biting his lower lip and hiding a nervous smile whenever his eyes accidentally met Fifteen’s.
The deathly silence was broken by just two words:
“You can sit.”
Her voice didn’t sound as harsh as he was used to hearing it. Rather, it was calmer.
Zero just slowly walked over to her and sat down beside her, averting his gaze. He didn’t unclasp his fingers, continuing to squeeze them tight just to stay grounded in reality somehow.
They sat like that for several minutes.
Zero couldn’t get a word out. Ask something, show interest. He wanted to discuss so much, but he was afraid Fifteen would push him away and wall herself off from everyone again.
Zero could feel the tension building. A lot of different scenarios and their branches were spinning through his head. He got lost in his thoughts, waiting for any action only from Fifteen’s side, because he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Like there was a lump in his throat.
She just grabbed him by the hand, pulling him closer. Zero froze for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Fifteen?..” — his voice wavered when her fangs lightly sank into his skin.
But there was no pain. Only a strange warmth that sent shivers down his spine. He felt her tongue slide over the bite mark, soft and wet. Zero’s breathing quickened.
Words got stuck in his throat when she bit down a little harder.
Heat spread across his face and lower, much lower. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it could be heard. He didn’t even realize when his body reacted—it was far too sudden.
“You… why are you doing this?” he whispered, but she just released his hand, leaving a faint mark on his skin.
Her eyes were empty, her eyebrows knitted together with her usual displeasure. Her gaze slid over his face, then lower. Fifteen narrowed her eyes even more, looked dissatisfied, but she didn’t tear her gaze away and made no move to get rid of her guest.
She could see everything perfectly clearly.
“Fifteen… wait…” — his voice was quiet, nearly soundless, when she abruptly pressed him down onto the bed.
Her fingers dug into his wrists, pinning them to the mattress. Her cold gaze swept over his face appraisingly once more. Was he worthy of her attention?
Zero froze.
He was afraid to move. Afraid that any motion would provoke her displeasure, would make her leave. And he didn’t want her to leave, to lock herself away again, to reject his feelings.
Fifteen unhurriedly ran her palm down his stomach, feeling his breathing quicken under her touch. Her fangs slid over his skin again, this time along his shoulder, leaving reddish marks.
He swallowed hard.
Zero tried to say something, but she abruptly pressed her palm over his lips, silencing him.
Her legs suddenly locked around him, and he felt his body helplessly respond to her every movement. His back arched sharply, and the mild arousal grew into a need. Zero couldn’t take it anymore, but he still obediently waited for Fifteen’s next actions.
Fifteen didn’t smile. Her face remained impassive, but something flickered in her eyes… Satisfaction.
She could see how he gripped the sheets, how his body tensed beneath her, how he was afraid to even breathe too loudly.
And she liked that.
She kept looking into his eyes while Zero tried hard to look away. He stared at the ceiling or turned his head slightly, squeezing his eyes shut.
But most often his gaze fell on the red body sitting on top of him, deliberately pressed up against his upright heat.
Everything inside pulsed.
His breathing was ragged, Zero was ready to moan just from the intimate touch of his beloved. He couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Not running away?”
Her voice was flat, emotionless, but her fingers squeezed his wrist so tight he felt a light pressure at the joint.
Zero shifted his gaze to Fifteen, trying to catch his breath enough to answer. But it was as if she wasn’t even expecting him to say anything. He covered his mouth with his free hand, trying to muffle his whimpering somehow.
Zero wanted to answer, but he just squeezed his eyes shut, arching slightly when Fifteen abruptly sank down onto him; smooth, pliable, yet strangely yielding—she took in his entire length.
He gasped, instinctively grabbing onto her legs, but immediately froze, afraid to squeeze harder. What if she didn’t like it?
Zero clenched his teeth, trying to adjust to the strange warmth that coated his body, starting just below his stomach.
Zero trembled slightly.
Fifteen just watched, biting her lip. Despite her perpetually displeased face, something had changed now… She bit her lower lip, muffling her already quiet moans.
Her fingertips twitched slightly; the warm, alien palms only gently squeezed her legs. She liked it, but she just couldn’t ask for more.
Her gaze roamed over his face, noting every shudder and every ragged breath.
They just silently looked at each other, trying to get used to the new sensations.
“You…” — he tried to speak again, but Fifteen suddenly moved forward, and his words turned into a strangled moan.
Any movement she made in this position drove Zero insane.
Even though Fifteen was only grinding against him while he was still inside her. He felt her every movement, even a sort of pulsing that made her clench tighter and tighter around him.
With a short exhale, she started moving.
The rhythm was precise, mechanical, as if she was simply performing some function. But… Zero was losing his mind.
Every movement made him squeeze her legs tighter, but he immediately loosened his grip, as if afraid she might crumble in his hands.
Zero just moaned beneath her. Sometimes stifled, trying to hold back, sometimes holding back just didn’t work… But his voice hammered hard in her head. Echoed.
Fifteen leaned forward slightly, lacing her fingers with his. Firmly.
“Quiet.”
And she continued at the same pace.
Methodical. Relentless. Until he clenched up under her, dug his fingers into her form, made that exact sound—a choked, helpless sound—that she seemed to be waiting for.
And only then did the corner of her lips twitch.
Zero noticed it, even with his eyes half-closed, breathing heavily.
Fifteen’s last, slower movements.
His body suddenly tensed. A sharp but no less pleasant wave hit his stomach.
His breath caught.
Warm fluid spilled between them, some left on his own surface, some running down onto the place where they were joined.
Zero froze, his lips trembling slightly:
“Fifteen, I…”
She abruptly squeezed his palm, not letting him finish.
“Shut up.”
And he fell silent.
In the quiet, only their ragged, synchronized breathing could be heard. Hers—steady, almost mechanical; his—broken, still not calmed down.
Fifteen finally averted her gaze, crawling back and sitting on the bed normally, her legs dangling off the side. Down below it still pulsed, but the sensation quickly faded, though her legs felt very weak.
Zero sat upright, adjusting his cap. The embarrassment didn’t leave his face, but he just sat down beside her in silence, as if none of it had happened. Yet it wouldn’t leave his head for a long time.
***
They sat in silence.
Zero turned to his beloved, covering her hand with his. Fifteen turned slightly toward him, looking at their hands, then up at him. A certain displeasure appeared on her face…
Something clicked inside him.
Zero turned and suddenly leaned in, grabbing Fifteen by the edges and pressing his lips hard against hers, pulling her into a kiss. Not long, but not short either.
Fifteen raised her eyebrows but didn’t pull away. She just covered his wrist with her palm, lowering his hand and relaxing slightly.
She didn’t mind.