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She shrugged. "Do I really act?" She looked over at him. I just do tricks and flips." She sighed.

"Do you like what you do?" He clarified.

"Sometimes." She said honestly. "I like the normalcy of it, compared to...other things." She shrugged.

"Care to elaborate?" He asked carefully.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Natalia asked.

He hesitated. "I didn't used to."

"Why do you now?" She asked, but knew why already.

"I'm not sure anymore," he sheugged.

"Can you promise me you won't run away?" She bit her lip.

"I can promise I'll try not to," He said after hesitating.

"I'm...I'm an necromancer." She said softly.

He watched her, "a necko what?" He wondered.

She sat up, covering herself with her blankets. "A necromancer," she pronounced. "I...I can summon the dead and bring someone back to life." She said.

He blinked but since he'd promised not to run, he didn't. "And you do?"

She shrugged. "Not exactly. I mean, the lion in my show I kill and raise." She told him. "But I don't just randomly raise people from graveyards. It takes a lot out of me."

"Oh," he said and sat up suddenly. "Wait, does that mean I'm dead?"

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean.. You said I shouldn't've been able to see that girl... You said that I wasn't like you but I'm something and since you can sense that something, wouldn't that mean I'm dead?" He asked, his eyes wide.

She shook her head, touching his shoulder. "No! No. You're not dead." She assured. "If you were than that means i would have just done necrophilia." She made a faceS

"Neckophilippa?" He wondered, laying back down.

She laughed, shaking her head. "necrophilia is doing sexual things with a corpse."

"Oh, I though you were saying some kind of weird thingy again. I know what necrophilia is," he chuckled.

She giggled then bit her lip. "So...you're not weirded out?"

"As long as I don't have to see any ghosts, nope."

She paused, rubbing her lips together. "What if I told you that I was born in 1928?"

"I might freak out, so don't tell me," he joked.

"I'm serious!" She slapped his chest.

He chuckled, "are you now?" He kissed her neck and climbed on top of her.

She groaned playfully, giggling. "Yes. Do you want proof?"

He leaned down and kissed the center of her chest, "sure thing," he said.

"Elian." She said in a serious tone, but then sighed pleasurably.

"Little Minx?" He asked, his breathing hot against her skin as he disappeared under the covers.

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Breathless, Natalia laid there, her chest rising and falling. "I...I was born in 1928." She said softly, clearing her throat. She opened her eyes and looked over at him with a smile. "I hate you."

He laughed when she really did repeat what she was saying. "You didn't seem to hate me when you were panting my name," he chuckled.

"How dare you take advantage of me like that!" She exclaimed, but then laughed. She turned into her stomach and draped an arm across his torso.

"You didn't really stop me now, did you?" He chuckled and stared at her.

"Why would I?" She scoffed. "That was great. Best I've ever had I think."

"Is it really," he laughed again. He shifted onto his side to look at her and stroked a hand up and down her smooth tummy.

She nodded with a blush on her cheeks. "Yeah, actually." She bit her lip.

"Even better than Max?" He asked, raising a challenging brow.

She nodded. "He doesn't do it right. I don't have the heart to yell him." She laughed.

He snorted, "fucker." He mumbled.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about him." She said. "I'll stop seeing him."

He watched her, "I'm not worried about him. Since I'm like a sex god to you," he joked.

She laughed, shaking her head. "I'm more like a sex goddess to you. Those noises you were making? Pfft." She grinned.

(Since he wants to fight I'll have max show up in the morning unannounced haha))

"Such a Minx," he chuckled.

"That's me." She grinned, waggling her brows.