"No, you were supposed to support me morally." Times like these, she was glad sarcasm rolled off her tongue so easily. Lying down in the grass. She knew it was fake, but it still felt somewhat real so she closed her eyes.
"Well either way, you couldn’t do it." He says with a smirk. He walks over and stands beside of her. "Having fun laying there?"
"Uh uh. I control this illusion.” she laughed as she flipped off the branch and landed on his shoulders, trying her best to keep her balance but failing and started to fall down. “Shit!” She shrieked, with a smile still on her face.
He snorts and crosses his arms. “Whoops! Was I supposed to help you keep your balance?”
She smiled against his lips, “you might be the king, but watch the queen conquer.” She then sent them both the illusion that they were somewhere else. Colors were swirling around them as what seemed like reality was changing. When she finally picked a location that made her laugh on the inside, she smiled. “Welcome back,” she said. They were in the same location as before, and instead of her pinned up against a wall, she was up against the tree.
He smiles and pulls away, looking around at the familiar illusion from earlier. “Well here, let me just set the queen on her throne.” He easily moves her from his waist to a tree branch a few feet up. “Have fun lovely!”
”You know,” she mumbled in between kisses, “at some point, you’re going to get an awkward boner.” She smirked a little at the thought, trying her best not to full out laugh, and by doing this only made her voice even deeper and raspier, “and I believe my rejection will make me queen of whatever-this-is.” She said running her hands at his lower back.
He chuckles against her lips. “If I did, it would go somewhere very lovely that’s on your petite body.” He gently bites down on her lip. “You might be the queen, but I’m the king. Now obey your king and no more talking.” He says, slowly moving his hands to her ass to support her body.
She bit her lip and started to chuckle yet again. “Dylan, Dylan, Dylan. Still think you have the upper-hand do you?” She took all of her force that she used in training, took his arms, turned him around and slammed him against the wall. “but honey, I, oh I win all the time.” She said seductively, sending scents that would leave Dylan seemingly weak and she started to run her fingers through his hair and over his chest.”
"I do actually babe." He quickly pulls his arms free and brings his hands under her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. He flips them again, now pressing against her body which is pressed firmly against the wall. "I don’t think your little scents are going to work beautiful, I’ve, become, immune, to them.” He crashes his lips onto hers, trailing his hands up and down her thighs.
She chuckled, “maybe tomorrow, big boy.” She whispered back in his ear before kissing his jaw line.
He whipped his head around to face her, his once bright blue eyes now almost black. He pins her against the nearest wall, taking both of her wrists easily in one hand and pinning them above her head. “Maybe now, sweetheart.” He mumbles before planting small kisses all over her neck.
The smell of cinnamon intensifies and makes Annabelle begin to cough. She rests her hands on her knees before she realizes that she’s controlling it and makes it stop and starts to laugh uncontrollably.
"Well you’re just a little special tonight aren’t ya!" He chuckles at her.
"Dylan," she sighed. She sent the illusion of them both in a field at night with glowing lights around them, “welcome," she said slowly spinning around, “to my favorite place."
Dylan’s eyes widen as he takes a step back, taking in his new surroundings. He turns around, looking at Annabelle. “Why did you bring me here?” He asks quietly. He smiles at her, feeling special in a way.