Hunter's Moon

The morning air was crisp in the autumn sunlight, your breath visible as you walked down the village street. The birds were tweeting and singing in the trees around you but you couldn’t hear them because Type O Negative was blaring in your earbuds. Such dark, heavy, sexy music was a stark contrast to your beautiful, rural surroundings.

The village was quiet and still somewhat sleepy. It was only 10 a.m. after all on Halloween. Some people were milling around, getting their chores done before the celebrations that evening and you were on your way to the local farm shop to get fresh groceries.

Potatoes, carrots, onions, some of that yummy herb stock they sell, homemade brown bread... What else should I get? Sure I’ll see what they have! I have plenty of frozen peas in the freezer... You went through your shopping list in your mind and were planning to throw together a stew in your slow cooker when you got back. It would be delicious that evening when you settle in for the night with your favourite Halloween-themed movies, hot water bottle, and Juno, your ginger tabby cat.

You found yourself walking down the gravel driveway of the farm shop, stones crunching under your feet. Once or twice before, they had tripped you up and sent you skidding, so you tread them today with more care than usual. That would be all you needed: a twisted ankle or to land square on your butt.

Wow, it’s actually busy here this morning! You notice several cars parked in the lot and children running to the fresh milk machine, eager and excited to fill up their glass bottles from the machine that pumped out milk made by the cows that roamed the nearby fields. A group of mothers were standing by their parked cars, talking together while keeping an eye on the children. It was a popular gathering spot as the shop also had an adorable coffee shop that boasted hot food. The sandwiches were particularly good and you had visited it only a handful of times with a girlfriend. There was also a garden shop with a vast choice of flowers, small garden accessories, potted plants, and more. The farm shop was a neat place to be and hang out.

You turn down the music in your ears, push open the door to the shop, and head straight to the vegetables, picking up what you need. The shop assistant was ringing up an elderly woman’s shopping and speaking cheerfully to her. He was young, definitely around your age. You recognised him but you had only seen him around a couple of times before. He was the shy guy who usually worked in the coffee shop. It was unusual to see him behind the shop counter and wearing an evergreen apron to protect his clothes.

“Doing anything special tonight, ma’am?” he asked.

“The grandchildren are coming over to show me their costumes before they go trick or treating!”

“Aw, that’s sweet!” He weighed a bag of carrots on the scales. “Are you dressing up yourself?” He grinned.

“Oh no, dear! I’m scary enough as I am!” she chuckled good-naturedly.

“You are anything but!”

The lady seemed to melt. The shop assistant was definitely teasing her playfully and she seemed to be enjoying the exchange. “Is there anything else you need today?”

“That’ll be everything, thank you very much. What do I owe you?"

You moved along to the shelves on the far side of the shop, popping a loaf of that delicious homemade brown bread into your basket and a fresh tub of butter.

“See you! Happy Halloween! Mind yourself!” he called to the customer as she left with a smile on her face.  

He seems very polite and sweet. He’s obviously very good at his job and he seems to enjoy talking to the public. How nice of him to make that old lady’s day!

You couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you as you continued browsing the shelves, hoping for some further inspiration to fill up your shopping bag and make your trip even more worthwhile. There was nobody else in the shop, so he strode over towards you and tidied the nearby refrigerator. He was a little taller than you, his long skinny legs inside blue jeans and black and white scuffed Converse runners on his feet. He wore a black t-shirt underneath that apron and his short black hair was a little messed up. He had a fringe that was much longer than the rest of his hair: it was an unusual haircut. You noticed a couple of tattoos on his arms and you figured he was probably a rocker.

“Hi!” he grinned at you. “Oh, sorry! You’re listening to music!”

“Hey!” you reply back, taking the earbuds out of your ears. “No, I had the volume turned down actually!”

“What were you listening to? Oh wait, sorry that was rude of me! Nevermind!” He blushed and fixed tubs of coleslaw and potato salad.

“Type O Negative.” You breathed as you noticed the amazing green colour of his eyes. You had never stood this close to him before, so you had never noticed. He’s cute!

He looked like he was about to say something but someone called from the coffee shop. “Mary! Can you come here for a second, please? I need a hand with a couple of heavy boxes!”

“I’ll be right there!” he called back. “Sorry. I’ll be back in a minute!” He glanced at the basket of shopping in your hand, knowing you were probably ready to pay really soon. He turned and dashed off in the direction of the voice.

“Thanks! I’ll cover the till for you. Just put the boxes in the corner on the shelf, will you? I can't lift them.” The other voice said and a moment later, a woman at least twenty years older than you appeared at the counter. She looked at you. “Good morning! Can I start ringing those through for you?”

“Eh, hi! Actually, I’m not finished shopping yet, thanks! I’ll wait for your colleague to come back.”

Her eyebrows lifted into her hairline. “Sure!”

You were sort of hoping he would come back soon and that you wouldn't have to wait too long. You wanted to continue the conversation he had started. Your attention turned to the shelf that housed different types of flour and sugar.

Maybe I’ll bake some Halloween-themed fairy cakes? For the trick-or-treaters. And one or two for myself! Yeah, fuck it. I fancy a sweet treat! I’ll grab a small bag of caster sugar. I’m pretty sure I have plenty of self-rising flour in the pantry. I’ll take that red food colouring and icing sugar though...

Mary came back and was dusting down his apron as he stepped back behind the counter. “Did you check off the delivery?” His supervisor asked.

“Yeah. I left the docket on top of the box for you.” He pumped some hand sanitiser gel onto his palms and rubbed it all over his hands.

“Alright, thanks. You’ve got a customer over there by the way. They seem to be waiting for you! See you later!”

Mary looked up at you automatically and saw you blushing as hard as the bottle of food colouring in your hand. “Sorry!” he apologised after she left, “She can be a little forward. Will I start packing your bag for you?” Another customer had walked in and you knew you only had possibly a minute or two left with the cute assistant.

“Yes, please! Oh, don’t worry about it. I just didn’t want you to lose your sale!”

“Oh, we don’t work on commission here. Just minimum wage!” Mary started ringing up your shopping and packing them neatly into your recyclable shopper bag for you.

“Minimum wage? Shit, that sucks! I thought they’d pay better than that around here!” You bit your bottom lip as you watched his hands working busily. They were very handsome: long, slim fingers and strong working man's hands but they also looked soft and gentle.

“Oh, I don’t mind! I gig on the weekends and make some extra cash! Tax-free of course! Ssssh! Don't tell the government!”

“I wont!" you giggled. "You gig? Are you in a band?” Your heart started racing. 

“Yeah, I play in a death metal band! I play guitar and I sing. Well, if you wanna call it singing...” He rang up the tiny bottle of red food colouring, the last item of your shopping. He looked up at you through his dark fringe and grinned.

“That’s awesome! I didn’t expect a farm shop boy to be in a metal band!”

Fuck. Why did I say that?!

He didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he laughed loudly. “I was playing last night at the Samhain festival in town, actually.”

“Oh, wow! Was it fun?”

“Yeah, big time. Cash or card?” His eyes were twinkling. There was something rather impish and mischievous about him.

“Card, please. Thanks!”

Mary tapped your total into the machine and continued. “We have pumpkins in the garden shop. Have you seen them?”

“Oh really? No, I haven’t actually.” Beep! Your card payment was processed successfully. “I actually do need one. Can you show me, please?”

“Absolutely!” He was still grinning as he tore off your receipt from the printer. “Berni!” He yelled, almost lifting you off your feet in surprise. “Can you cover me for a few minutes? I gotta go out to the garden and help my customer with some pumpkins!”

Some pumpkins? I only need one... and I haven’t actually committed to buying one yet!

“Yes, yes.” Berni came back. “Go!”

“After you, ma’am!” Mary followed you out of the shop door as Berni rolled her eyes behind your backs.

“Thank you, you’re very helpful, Mary, is it?” You were walking side by side along that gravel drive outside.

“Yes, it is Mary. Mary Goore. And your name is?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He smiled. “We have got a whole bunch of pumpkins still. They’re nice ones this year.” He directed you towards a wooden, heavy-duty stand filled with bright, fat, orange pumpkins.

“Oh! They’re lovely!” you exclaimed, running your fingertips across some of them. Their skins were smooth and that felt satisfying.

“This one here is good. Or this one here...” Mary seemed keen to help you pick one. “Or what about the baby ones over here? You’d have to take two though!”

“Two?” You looked at him quizzically.

“Yeah! You can’t just take a baby out of the patch on its own. It needs a friend! So it doesn’t get lonely!"

You laughed at his logic. “Okay, you’ve convinced me! I’ll buy two! Those two you’ve got in your hands right there are perfect! How much are they?”

“These two? Oh, these ones are free!”

“Free?”

“Yeah! All the other ones have price tags on them but these two in particular are free! You've a good eye! Take them!”

There wasn't a single physical price tag on any of the pumpkins but you knew they had a price of some sort. You suspected Mary was being sweet just for you. 

“I can’t not pay for them!”

“I insist!” Mary took a step closer to you and stuffed them into your shopper. He stood so close that you could smell his cologne and it wafted pleasantly in the breeze. Something clicked inside you and suddenly all you could focus on was his cupid bow lips that were still smiling at you.

“Th-thank you!” you croaked. “You’re very kind!”

“My pleasure! I know they’re going to a good home!”

Some children ran over to you both and started cooing over the pumpkins on the stand. “Hey, mister!” They started asking him questions and he pleasantly answered, entertaining them kindly.

“Well, I guess I’ll get going. You’re busy!” You locked eyes with him. “I’ll upload a photo of my pumpkins when they’re done and tag the shop on Instagram so you can see them!”

“Do that, please! I’m looking forward to seeing them!” He smiled as one or two of the smaller children started pulling at his apron, trying to get his attention.

“See you, Mary!”

“See you, Y/N!”

Mary watched you as you left, putting your earbuds back in. Just before you turned the corner, you took one last look towards the garden shop. He was down on his hunkers and laughing, showing a little girl a particular pumpkin.

How wholesome! He's really fucking cute... 

A few hours later, the homemade stew was long in the slow cooker, bubbling away, the yummy smell filling your apartment. Your chores were done, trick or treaters had come and gone, so you sat down and started carving the small pumpkins Mary gave you. Gifted me? Or made me steal? You weren't sure which really but he was very sweet about it. It was impossible to get him and his beautiful green eyes out of your brain all day.

I'll take a photo of the decorated fairy cakes with the pumpkins on the table with the wood burner in the background in a bit. That'll be cute! He probably won't see it but I'll tag the shop anyway. 

When you had done all of that, you sat down for a breather. Likes started rolling in: the usual ones first, the handful of people who stayed in touch every day, and then the people you didn't see often but still dropped you a like occasionally. 

I haven't had a chance to log into my game today! I must do that so I can claim my daily power-up prize! Your mind drifted to the colourful game and you lost thirty minutes in a flash.

A push notification interrupted your game: a private message request from someone that you didn't follow. Oh? Who's this? Probably some fake-ass sugar daddy...

MaryGoore666 has sent you a message request.

On top of that: MaryGoore666 has started following you, OrganicFarmShopCo liked your post and OrganicFarmShopCo commented: Lookin' great! 🎃

Is that him? You opened the Pandora's Box that was your message requests inbox.

MaryGoore666: Hey! It's me, Farm Shop Boy! 🤣 Baby pumpkins look great! They look happy in their forever home! What did you name them? 

You accepted the request instantly and followed him back.

Y/N: Hey! Thanks! I actually didn't name them! 🙈

MaryGoore666: That's blasphemy! 😱 You gotta come up with something!

Y/N: How about Michael and Myers then? 🤣🎃🎃

MaryGoore666: I LOVE it! Perfect! 👌

Y/N: 🤣 Are you playing any gigs tonight? Your IG looks cool!

You had bombed through the most recent 12 or so photos on his grid. They were mostly photos of guitars and bottles of beers on various stages. And some occasional selfies of him in bathroom mirrors with corpse face paint. Nothing to indicate that he worked as a shop assistant by day.

MaryGoore666: Nah. I'm fucking tired as fuck anyway after last night and working today! Too tired to even make food 🥱

An idea hit you.

Y/N: Not to sound presumptuous, but I've a wicked stew on in the slow cooker: the veggies and beef you sold me this morning... Would you like to come over and dine with me? There's plenty of it...

There was a delay. Mary had left you on read.

Shit.

Y/N: I didn't mean to come on strong. Sorry if I offended you...

Fuck. I've blown it!

Mary came back eight long minutes later.

MaryGoore666: No! I grabbed a quick shower! I'd love to come out and stew sounds amazing!!! Thank you! Where do you live? 

You messaged him back exactly where you live.

MaryGoore666: When suits you? I can be there in like, ten minutes in my car!

Y/N: I was planning on eating around 8. So any time for before then? 

MaryGoore666: Do you need me to bring anything? Wine? Beer? Fizzy pop?

You couldn't help but giggle. 

Y/N: Nothing at all! This is my treat! Come on out when you're ready! 😁🎃🐈

MaryGoore666: Okay! I'll just put on some clothes and I'll be there shortly! 🤘🏻 Looking forward...

Shit. He's naked?! Dayum. The thought was tantalising. But you two were just being friendly. Friendly friends.

Y/N: Drive safe! Looking forward too!

That didn't mean that you didn't scramble to your bedroom, tear your clothes off and search for your favourite underwear as soon as you put the phone down. Or put on your favourite perfume or brush your hair after throwing on fresh leggings, a long length camisole top and your cosy boyfriend-fit cardigan.

Juno meowed at you in your rush. He thought you were being ridiculous.

"Stop, Ju! I'll feed you in a minute! Be nice to this guy okay? He's kinda cool. I like him."

Juno meowed again.

"Don't. Be. Weird! No jumping on top of the pantry, no skooting litter everywhere and certainly no prolonged staring at him!" You topped up his bowl with fresh kibbles and took a breath. 

Set the extra bowl and cutlery... light a candle? Fuck it, why not? Dim the lights? Yes I will. Maybe he'll stay after and watch a scary movie with me? Fingers crossed...

You looked at his Instagram grid again, searching in particular for close-up selfies. Those eyes are heavenly... You noticed that your heart was racing again. Slow down. Slow the fuck down. He's just a guy friend... friend who is a guy... guy who is cute...

Your doorbell rang, and you knew it was him. You answered it with slight trepidation and there he was: he was wearing all black, a huge black cloak, false vampire teeth and was that blood trickling down his forehead? Is he wearing make-up? He had his arms spread out and he was clutching the ends of the cloak menacingly. He was also carrying a plastic bag. His hair was brushed forward and he looked at you through that long dark fringe of his.

"Fffrick or fffreat?!" He growled.

You couldn't help but burst out laughing. Mary the farm shop boy in his makeshift Dracula outfit standing in your doorway was not quite what you were quite expecting. 

"Treat, I guess!" You crossed your cardigan front and your arms across your chest shielding you from the cold air. "But you'll have to come inside for it!"

"Fffracula accepts fffis!" He growled again in a heavy accent.

"Come in then! It's cold outside." You giggled as he stepped inside, his big black Docs stomping noisily on your wooden floor. "I didn't expect Dracula to show up tonight! I was expecting-"

"Feh farm shop foy?" Mary finished for her.

"Yes!"

"Well, you got me instead! Mwah-ha-ha-ha!"

You looked him up and down: those black jeans seemed to be painted on him, his legs long and spindly but his thighs and butt were shapely. He was wearing a black button-down shirt and he unclipped the clasp of the cloak at his neck.

"Let me take that for you!" You took it off him and hung it on the coat rack. "Wow, this nice! It's really lush!" The fabric was beautiful and the cloak was much heavier than it looked.

Mary smiled, showing off his vampire teeth and fake blood dripping from his lips. He was standing very close to you again and you could smell his intoxicating cologne: it threatened to knock you off your feet.

If he wasn't wearing those plastic teeth, I'd kiss him right now!

"Take a seat, Mister Dracula!" You giggled and pointed at a chair at your kitchen table. 

"I fffrought fffeers!" He took a couple of bottles out of the plastic bag he was carrying and set them down. "Hah! Fffeers!" He laughed at the sound of his own voice.

"Beer with stew?" You giggled.

"Why not? It smells delicious by the way!" He discreetly took his vampire teeth out and he lost the funny accent he had put on.

You filled two bowls of the perfectly hot stew and put them down. Mary looked really cute with his black smudgy eye make-up and dried fake blood drips. He had a bottle opener on his keyring so he opened the two bottles and grinned.

"I would have dressed up if I had of known you were coming in costume!" You giggled and sat opposite him.

"It's Halloween! I trick or treated before I came here! How do you think I got these beers?" He looked at you with a cheeky expression.

"Mary! You did not?!" You were aghast.

He laughed heartily, his impish laugh filling your kitchen. "Okay, no, I did buy these! Seriously!"

You laughed and figured Mary was quite the live wire: ready to cause a bit of mischief and have a laugh. You liked that about him. It was a breath of fresh air in your otherwise mundane life. "Come on, tuck in!" You prompted him to start eating.

He ate hungrily and in relative silence but he kept looking at you with that playful grin on his lips. You had to coax him to talk and get more information about him.

He's a shy guy after all...

"So you're in a death metal band?"

"Uh huh!" He chewed a piece of wholemeal brown bread that he had dipped in the broth.

"So is every day like Halloween for you?" You teased.

"Hah!" He swallowed. "I do like Halloween! But I wear the make-up like this at all my gigs! I actually feel naked without it. I feel boring. Like, a farm shop boy if you will!" 

Okay, he's teasing me now! He's not letting away with that!

"Farm shop boy by day, death metal star by night?"

"Hah! There are no stars in death metal! If there were, then they wouldn't be death metal, would they?" 

"They wouldn't?"

"Nah, that would be too conformist! If there were any celebrity death metal musicians, they'd only be famous for something else: like having a hit record in a different genre or having a movie star dad or something! They'd be a complete poser!"

Mary seemed to like this topic so he continued. "Death metal is an extreme genre. There are, rather pioneers: the trail-blazers, the originators! Those are the stars if you will. But I guarantee your mother wouldn't know who the hell they are or what bands they are in!"

"That's fascinating, Mary. So you're really into music, huh?"

"Yeah! The more extreme, the better! The more underground, the better! I love discovering bands through demos. I do like normal music too. I listen to Type O too. I'm really interested in a lot of things!"

"Your band seems to have quite the following. I had a look..."

"We've been around for a while! We're not big enough to pay for ourselves so we all have jobs. The shop suits me because I can work during the days and keep my nights free for rehearsals and gigs."

"Do you ever sleep?"

"Sometimes I kip out the back of the shop! I power-nap behind a stack of boxes. No one knows that I disappear for 15 minutes at a time! But that's only when I'm really tired!"

"And do you like working in the shop?"

"It's okay! It pays the bills! I'm mostly out the back on the dishwasher for the coffee shop but sometimes they make me go out and cover the floor, serve the food or work the till in the actual shop, like this morning."

"Which do you prefer?"

"Hmmm, I'm not sure! I guess the shop is fun, especially when I consider that I get to meet people out there. Round the back, I only see dishes, pots and pans! Besides, I got to meet you today, didn't I?"

That was unexpected! 

"This stew is absolutely delicious! I gotta say, you're an amazing cook!" He continued, finishing the last bite or two.

"Well, thanks! All the ingredients came from your shop! So it had to be good! I just chucked it all in the slow cooker really! No particular science or art to it."

"You're a pro! I don't think I've had such a good hot meal like this in ages! Thank you..." His bowl was clean.

No wonder you're as skinny as a bean pole!

"Would you like a coffee? Maybe... maybe stay and watch a scary movie with me? I've got popcorn and homemade Halloween fairy cakes left over!"

"Have you plans? I don't want to impose?" Mary looked like he wanted to stay but he was polite enough to fear he might overstay his welcome.

"You were my plans tonight..." 

Oh shit! Why did I just say that?!

"Oh?!" He chuckled, tickled by your honesty.

Juno walked in gingerly and meowed.

"I didn't know you have a baby!" He narrowed his eyes at your cat, immediately speaking his language. Juno narrowed his eyes back at him and sat on the floor. "He or she?"

"He."

"He's a fine boy! Hello, pussy cat! What's his name?"

"Juno, he's four years old. He's a rescue." You stood and cleared the dishes.

"Lovely name! Let me do that!" Mary stood up abruptly.

"You're my guest! Stop! In fact, you know what? Go sit in my living room! The TV is on, why don't you pick a movie on Netflix while I make coffee and put away these few dishes?"

"But I wanna help! I feel bad!" Mary seemed suddenly very comfortable in your kitchen, standing again very close to you.

"Go sit, Dracula! That's an order!"

"Okay!"

"Living room is just down the hall! Sit down and make yourself at home!"

Looking slightly dejected, Mary obeyed you and was followed by Juno. He had to supervise of course.

He's very sweet and I quite like him! He's fun to be around... you reflected. And his eyes... those eyes, glimmering in the candlelight...  I bet he gets all the girls at his gigs! But he's here with me tonight... a normal, everyday girl. About to eat junk food and watch a horror movie...

When you joined him shortly after, you found him sitting on your two-seater with Juno on his lap. The big cat was purring and kneading his thigh, a look of smug contentment was on his ginger face.

"Juno is on your lap!" You froze. It took months for the cat to even sit beside you, nevermind sit on you! Lap sits were rare with Juno.

"What can I say? I'm a cat whisperer!" Mary chuckled, petting the cat's head.

"Well, now, that is a talent!" You passed the mug of coffee into Mary's hand and went back for the bowl of hot popcorn and the dish of fairy cakes.

"Oh, wow! Did you make these?" He liked the look of them when you sat them down on the coffee table opposite.

"Of course I did! I had a day off so I cooked and cleaned! Which was just as well considering I had a guest tonight!"

"Are you sure I'm not being a pest?"

"Absolutely! I'm quite happy to have Count Dracula the farm vampire for company on Halloween!"

Mary laughed. "Okay! Well, is Evil Dead II okay with you?"

"Perfect! I watched the first one the other night!"

"I know... I saw it was on your recently watched..." Juno assumed the loaf position on his lap and closed his eyes. "You gonna sit beside me or are you gonna float there all night?" 

"Well, I-"

"I don't bite. Unless you want me to!" He grinned and patted the spot next to him.

"Okay!" You giggled and sat next to him which was very close indeed: there was only so much room on the couch. You put the bowl of popcorn between you both and settled in the otherwise dark room, watching the classic comedy horror. Your woodburner was emitting a soft orange light. All the time you were very aware of Mary and the tiniest of movements that he made: the occasional shuffle, the bringing of his mug to his lips, his gentle petting of Juno. It took a while, but you eventually managed to relax, both of you munching popcorn and laughing out loud at the 80s gore-fest on screen.

Mary was a nice guy to be with. He wasn't even trying any funny business with you. You couldn't help but be a tad disappointed nonetheless. His cologne was certainly still fragrant and it hit you in pleasant wafts. Outside you could hear occasional fireworks launching and the distant laughter of children and teenagers.

Maybe he just wants a friend...

After a while, you stretched your legs out and asked, "Would you like another coffee?" Juno jumped off his lap at the disturbance and climbed into his basket. He started licking his back and washing his face with his paws.

"Oh, no thanks! Do you want me to go? Are you tired?"

"No! Don't go! It's too early yet... I'm having fun! Put on Halloween..."

"Sure!"

He settled back after cueing up the film, this time leaning slightly into you. The atmosphere was very cosy and you couldn't help but feel relaxed, so you didn't think very much of his super-close proximity.

"No! Don't do it guys!" He blurted at the TV. "The ones who make out always get killed!"

You giggled and that was when his right arm wrapped behind your shoulders. He pressed you closer to him. You both sat in silence, watching the TV but enjoying the affection and warmth of another human. It felt right. It felt easy. It felt normal. Kind of as if he had always been there.

His fingertips started idly stroking your shoulder, toying with the fabric of your cardigan and finding a warm patch of soft skin. When you turned your head to look up at him, he grazed the backs of his fingers along the curve of your neck. He was warm and his touch was soft.

"This okay?" He whispered, now toying with your silver spiderweb pendant on your chest.

"Yeah..." breathlessly you answered.

"Come here..." He shifted his body weight and invited you to cuddle, gently placing your arm around his middle. "I like you..." He whispered and kissed your forehead softly as you held each other.

"I like you too..." 

The images on the TV were forgotten about. You weren't sure who made the first move but your lips found his. It was probably you to be fair, you'd been staring at his lips all evening. And thinking about them all day. 

Tongue-kissing Mary Goore on your couch turned into delicious making out. To not toy with the buttons of his shirt would have been a sin. You opened the first one: you actually didn't mean to, it just happened and he pulled you onto his lap, all the while kissing you generously and stroking your hair. 

You continued to work those buttons between touching the baby-soft skin on his face and neck. He rumbled deeply at your touch and if you knew anything about guys, you knew he was as hard a rock inside his jeans. 

Occasionally he pulled off your lips with a gentle bite, softly pulling your bottom lip as he did so. You caught eyes as he did so and you saw lust in them. 

He has hot bedroom eyes! Oh lawd, I could go all the way with him...

He pushed your cardigan off your shoulders, the chunky fabric pooling around the crook of your elbows as you fumbled with the next button of his shirt. It popped right before he pulled you into his chest and kissed your neck heatedly: his teeth grazing along your skin in gentle but satisfying bites.

You couldn't help it: you moaned loudly as goosebumps raced all over your skin. He was turning you to putty and there was nothing you could to resist him. He was damned good at kissing. Talented. 

Now that you were extra-close to him, you could discern his erection in his jeans and through your soft leggings. You dry-humped him in small, delicious movements, chasing the carnal pleasure that erupted suddenly inside you as if you were a sex-depraved demon.

"Let's..." You gasped between kisses, "go... to... my... bedroom..."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I want you!"

"I want you too!"

"Come on!" You jumped off his hips and let your cardigan fall to the floor. He grinned as you pulled him up to his feet. 

"Woah!" 

"What's wrong?"

"Not much blood going to my head! Bit dizzy!" He chuckled.

"Oh! Sorry! Take a breath!"

"Rrrrah!" He grunted in his death metal voice, suddenly whipping you off your feet and carrying you out the living room door. You squealed in surprise and clung on to him for dear life. "Which way?" He asked. "To your room?"

"This way" you pointed.

He continued. "So I may plough the unholy spirit out of you and give you a happy Halloween!"

"Mary Goore!" You laughed loudly.

Happy Halloween....

🎃