I still get butterflies

crazy how we vibe

even when we fight

Butterflies P2 - Queen Naija

Chapter Fifty Eight

||KIT||

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"Timothy?" I turned my head to look over at the boy next to me, wondering if he was still asleep. He was laying on his back with both arms under his head, eyes closed and his bare chest steadily rising and falling with each breath.

"You've gotten real comfortable with calling me that," he responded in a gravelly voice.

"Should I stop?"

After a few seconds ticked off he responded, "...no."

I chuckled and got up to straddle him, leaning forward to press my lips against his.

When he didn't kiss back I pulled away to look at him with a pout, "kiss me back, meanie."

He opened his eyes to give me an uninterested look before closing them again.

"Wow, you suck," I mumbled.

I watched the corners of his lips tilt upwards in a slight smile and shook my head, "y'know, one day you'll want kisses from me and I'll deny you too."

"I'll just take them anyway."

I rolled my eyes, pressing an index finger to his chest, "I'll bite your tongue if you do."

His eyes opened and I pulled my lower lip between my teeth when his hands traveled up my thighs and came to a stop at my waist, "are you prepared for the consequences?"

I gulped, "w-well-"

"That's what I thought," when he gave me a real smile I allowed myself to relax and leaned in to kiss him again. This time he kissed back and his fingers dug into my skin as he slipped his tongue inside.

He'd left so many marks on my skin, it almost looked like I'd been mauled by a bear. The way he touched me was far from gentle and I couldn't get enough.

A moan left my lips when he flipped us over so he was on top and the sloppy kiss continued when he grabbed my thigh, lifting one of my legs so he could settle between them, his crotch pressed up against my nether.

His free hand came to rest around my neck and he squeezed with just enough pressure to make me light-headed. His tongue explored the recesses of my mouth as I tried to keep up with his pace, panting.

He started to buck his hips against me and butterflies fluttered in my belly when I felt his erection growing.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at me with a dazed smile, "I love you."

My heart skipped multiple beats. I could never get tired of hearing him say those three words. It was like crack to me.

"I love you too," I smiled a bit, "and I have a question."

"What's that?"

"Well, remember when I asked you to go to Prom with me?"

His expression flattened and he let out a groan, "not this again."

"You don't have to come," I said hastily, "it's just that it's tomorrow and I was actually hoping to go with Amy. I really messed up with her and I think she hates me now so I wanted to fix things."

"You're asking me if you can go?"

I nodded at that.

"You're a good girl," he smiled, causing a frenzy in my chest. He then ducked his head, his lips brushing mine as he spoke, "can I trust you to behave?"

"I always behave," I smiled against his lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm."

"Are you going to do anything I wouldn't like?"

This guy.

I only shook my head.

"And you're mine right?" He asked.

"Y-yeah."

"Say it," he gruffed, nipping at my lower lip before pulling away.

I chuckled a little, "I'm yours."

He looked down at me with an impassive expression, "what's so funny?"

The look in his eyes caused my smile to wilt, "uh-"

"Say something stupid. I dare you."

I wasn't sure if he was serious but my breathing picked up as he glared daggers into me, jaw clenched.

"I own you."

"I... you- I-"

With all my stuttering, he dropped the cold act and let out a laugh as he pinched my cheek, "see, there's our problem," he then grabbed my face, eyes boring into mine, "you make faces like that when I tease you."

I swallowed, looking into his eyes. My body was alight with pleasurable sensations that felt like a deep kind of ache in my core.

"Like I scare you."

Well I was equally as excited as I was scared. It was all because of that threatening look of his that spelled danger.

It was intoxicating.

He was intoxicating.

"Like I'm going to do something awful to you," he continued, his tone darkening as he trailed a hand down my body, "and that makes me want to show you just how vile I can be."

I was shaking and in the midst of protesting when a loud knock sounded from the other side of the bedroom door.

Masky ignored it and I gasped when his fingers grazed my mound through the seat of my panties.

"Spread your legs."

"But-"

The banging on the door came again and this time it didn't stop, only got louder and more urgent.

"I love your body," Masky's gaze trailed over my torso that was only partially covered by the silk nightdress I was wearing.

"T-thank you," I stuttered out, my heart thudding in my chest at the devilish expression on his face.

He was really giving me his undivided attention.

"YO WHO THE FUCK-?"

I almost jumped out of my skin when Ben appeared by the door with his arms crossed, "that better not be a hooker Tim I swear to god."

I scrambled to cover myself as Masky gave Ben an annoyed look, "really, dickhead? Kit's been here for two days."

Ben scratched the back of his head with an apologetic smile, "oh yeah, I forgot. Man, I was way zooted off shrooms yesterday. Been playing Sekiro too, shit's fucked."

I was beyond confused and I pulled the comforter up to my chin as I looked from one to the other.

Is privacy not a thing in this place?

"The door's locked for a reason," Masky spoke as he slipped off the bed and got to his feet, adjusting his clothes.

"Yeah, but you horny fucks wouldn't open up so I let myself in," he flashed me a wink before leaning against the wall.

"What do you want?" Masky asked.

"Not me. Boss needs a search party. Tamara's kid went missing again."

Again?

I heard Masky release a sigh and as he turned to me he gave an apologetic look, "guess I'll be busy for a while."

I nodded, chewing on my lower lip, "that's okay. I'll be heading back home remember?"

He came over to me and leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine, "I don't like when you're away from me."

"Me neither," I spoke softly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love you."

I gave a coy smile, looking at him through my dark lashes, "I love you too."

"I wanted to feel you," Masky was grasping my ass firmly with one hand and I pushed against his chest with a tad bit of force.

"Ben's right there..." I whispered, embarrassed.

I looked over to see Ben with a smirk on his face, red eyes gleaming, "we about to shoot a porno or what?"

I couldn't help but laugh in embarrassment, pushing Masky away, "go, please. I need to get dressed."

He groaned and pressed his lips to mine in a harsh kiss before pulling away and turning to Ben, "get out."

I watched them leave and heaved a sigh, throwing the comforter off and getting out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

It's been two days since I'd arrived here at Slenderman's mansion. Masky had kept me on lockdown for the most part but I wasn't complaining. I was just happy to have him and he sure did seem happy to have me.

My insides clenched at the memory of all the things we'd done the past two days and I pressed my lips together to keep from squealing with delight.

So what if everything was still a mess? I got what I wanted.

Him.

Even if no one else was happy with my decision it didn't matter.

Because they didn't matter.

Only he did.

I went downstairs sometime later to find a sizeable crowd had been gathered in the large sitting room.

My gaze was immediately drawn to the four massive creatures towering over the group as they all chatted amongst themselves.

The Slender brothers.

The only ones I hadn't talked to so far were the kind one that resembled Slenderman and the mean looking one with the glasses. His 'face' was expressionless but he still didn't seem the least bit approachable.

Offenderman suddenly appeared, holding the hand of a little girl and a woman whom she resembled greatly.

"What's going on here?" His voice caused heads to turn and he was approached by Masky and Toby who started to speak with him.

I felt eyes on me and as I looked at the woman standing next to Offenderman our eyes met and a feeling of apprehension settled in the pit of my stomach.

Was it her?

She's so... plain.

I looked away as I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, taking a seat on one of the large couches while the group was starting to break up. Everyone was either disappearing into thin air or heading out the front door, and Masky came over to me.

"I asked Ben to take you home," his brows were slightly furrowed, "If he offers you anything say no, got it?"

I nodded and he stooped down to cup my cheeks, looking into my eyes with a longing expression, "see you soon, okay Baby?"

I nodded and he kissed my nose before leaving along with the others.

Once everyone was gone I looked up to see that the girl was still there, staring at me.

I looked away, clasping my hands in my lap as I wondered where Ben was.

"Hi."

The voice that called out to me definitely wasn't Ben and I wondered if I should answer for a second or two before I finally did, "...hi."

"Who are you?"

I clenched my fists as a dark wave of emotion passed through me. For some reason I was growing upset.

Another long moment of silence passed before I finally looked at her, trying not to let my emotions show, "I'm Kit and you?"

"Camilla, but you can call me Cam."

Of course.

I nodded, shifting a bit on the couch to get comfortable.

"Um so... I can't help but wonder since I've never seen you befo-" she started speaking.

"I'm with Masky," I said confidently, cutting her off mid sentence.

"Oh," she sounded surprised.

I got to my feet, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans. I could now tell that it was jealousy bubbling up inside me from what I'd been told happened between her and Masky.

But it shouldn't matter. He was mine now, not hers and with the way he'd talked about her I knew I had nothing to worry about. Still, if I stick around any longer I might do or say something I'd regret, "I have to go," I spoke, "I'll see you around."

"Wait-" she stopped me in my tracks when I started walking away and I turned to look at her as she got to her feet.

"Are you okay?" She asked. It almost sounded genuine.

My eyebrows furrowed at her question, "why wouldn't I be?"

"W-well it's just that..." her gaze landed on the multitude of dark bruises and hickeys on my neck and shoulders that were on full display and I couldn't help but smirk as I adjusted the oversized shirt I was wearing.

I knew she could tell Masky had done the damage and the concerned look on her face made it all the more satisfying.

I'd won.

"Trust me," I gave her a smile as I turned to leave again, "it's nothing I can't handle."

×××

"Okay fine, so heroin is a bit extreme and you're only slightly open to the idea of that good ol' Mary Jane, but have you ever tried molly?" Ben asked for what seemed like the fifth time as we walked up the driveway to my house, or former house, rather.

He was shaking a small baggie in front of my face that contained some pretty suspicious looking pills.

When Masky had warned me not to take anything from him, I wasn't expecting Ben to be an actual drug dealer. In fact, drugs were the furthest thing from my mind.

"You sure you don't want one?" he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "she'll send you to god himself."

I scrunched up my face at that, confused, "soo... it'll kill me?"

Ben shook his head, "no no. Imagine every single cell in your body is simultaneously having an orgas-"

"Okay, let me stop you right there," I hastily put a hand up to stop him from finishing that cursed sentence, "can you just wait here until I get back?"

He sighed and put the pills away with a raise of his shoulders, "fine but you're missing out on eternal bliss, Kitkat."

"Yeah, no. Don't call me that."

I left him standing by the hedge and went around the side of the house.

Climbing up to my bedroom was easier this time around and as I slipped through the open window and looked around I couldn't help but smile to myself.

All the old band posters on the walls and stacks of novels on the bookshelves, my messy desk with all my unfinished homework and assignments-

Tears pooled in my eyes as I pulled an envelope from my backpack and smoothed it out, placing it on my bed that Sara seemed to have made while I was gone.

The house was quiet, maybe she was out running errands.

I pulled a small suitcase from under my bed and started packing it with all the things I wanted to take with me. Now that I'd decided to be with Masky I couldn't continue living here. I would only be hurting them more than I already had.

Once I was done packing I took a last glance around the room.

I had a lot of good memories here.

I turned, ready to leave, but paused when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Kit? Are you back?"

I turned slowly to see the door creak open and Nick was standing there with a series of emotions flickering across his face.

Before I could answer he crossed the floor and threw his arms around me in a tight hug. I hugged back, a tear escaping and slipping down my cheek.

"You're back," he mumbled into my hair.

"Well... not really," after holding him for a while, I put him away from me and gave him a warm smile,"I just came to get some things and to say goodbye."

"But Mom-"

"I left her a letter," I spoke, gesturing to the envelope on my bed.

He nodded, a dejected look on his face.

"Hey, don't worry," I spoke, reaching up to ruffle his hair a bit while I tried to force a smile, "I'll check up on you guys from time to time."

"Promise?"

"Swear on my life."

He gave a closed-lipped smile and I tilted my head a bit to the side, wondering if he was always this tall, "did you get taller?"

"Yeah, five centimeters," he sounded excited, breaking into a grin, "I'm the tallest in my grade now."

"Yeah you're a beanpole," I chuckled, nudging his arm with mine playfully "are the twins home?"

"No they're still at daycare."

I frowned, "aw, next time I guess."

He seemed like he wanted to say something but instead he only gave me a soft smile, "okay. I'll see you next time, Kit."

I watched him leave, closing the door behind him.

Poking my head out the window, I signaled for Ben to come up.

"Ah, finally, a girl's room!" I heard him behind me all the sudden, "and they said I'd never make it."

I whirled to see him peeking into the closet before teleporting over to the bookshelf.

I rolled my eyes and pulled the suitcase upright, "please stop touching my stuff, Ben."

"Afraid your secrets will be exposed?" he asked expectantly as he ran his fingertips over the books on the shelf above my desk, "ooh so much cosmic horror."

He was next to me in an instant, a suggestive grin on his face, "pretty dark for a cute girl like you. Then again, you are one of us now."

I'll never get used to this.

"Ben, can you take this back home for me please?" I turned to see him trying on the large brown sunhat I'd gotten as a gift from Sara last summer, "I'll go to Amy's by myself since it's kind of... personal."

"Yeah yeah, I'll be your bellhop, but I better be getting a tip," he took the suitcase from me as I gave him a grateful smile and with a wink he was gone, hat and all.

Now for the scary part.

×××

"Heyy bestie," I smiled awkwardly, making finger guns at thin air while I tried to come off as naturally as possible, "long time no see!"

After a few seconds I sighed and dropped my hands, jogging across the street to Amy's house. I'd been trying to come up with what to say when I finally saw her again, but what could I even say to her after everything?

She must hate me now.

Ringing the doorbell a few times got no response and I sighed as I started looking for the spare key. If she wasn't home yet, I'd just have to wait for her to get home and ambush her then.

Finding the key under one of the flowerpots, I let myself in and shrugged out of my jacket, placing it on the coat hanger. I then headed up the stairs and down the hall to Amy's room.

I pushed the door open and my eyes went wide at the sight before me. I wasn't expecting her to be in, and in such a risqué position too.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed quickly as I slammed the door closed but it was already too late. I'd seen them.

Amy and Brian were-

"It was just a stupid kiss," Amy was trying to explain five minutes later when she found me in the kitchen rummaging through her fridge as I was looking for the pudding cups, "it's not like I like him or anything."

"And there's nothing wrong with that," I spoke matter-of-factly as I found a lone banana pudding cup behind all the other flavors and said a quick thank you to the heavens. I closed the fridge and started hunting for a spoon.

"I use him for practice so you don't get to manipulate things and make it look like it's the same as your situation. And I'm still allowed to be mad at you," she added the last part as an afterthought, crossing her arms over her chest, and I pulled the top off the pudding cup, sticking a spoon in the delicious goo.

"You can be mad at me still, or we can go dress shopping for Prom and I'll let you choose what I wear. Even the shoes."

She was glaring hotly at me and I tried not to show any fear, lest she realize that I was only faking all my confidence. What other option did I have? One sign of weakness and I'd be a goner.

"Fuck Kit," she groaned and angrily tucked a few stray tendrils of hair behind her ear as she shifted her gaze to the floor, "you're so shitty sometimes but I just can't stay mad at you long enough to hate you properly."

I frowned, heart clenching in my chest. Putting the pudding down on the kitchen counter, I threw myself at her, wrapping my arms around her waist, "I'm sorry Ames. I know I suck."

"Yeah. You really do."

"Please forgive me," I begged, trying to give her puppy dog eyes.

"You know he's still going to end up really hurting you one day?" She asked, looking down at me with her arms flat by her side.

"Hey, you're not hugging back," I whined, hoping to change the topic.

She huffed and after a few seconds she wrapped her arms around me, returning the hug.

"Fine, I forgive you."

I relaxed against her with a grateful smile, "thank you."

We broke apart after a few seconds and my smile waned, "you were right you know, about everything. I'm just stubborn and... in love."

"Yeah well, we'll see how that ends for you."

"Amy," I whined.

"Fine, sorry," she mumbled, looking away.