6 Feet Short of Sane.

Chapter 10: Gifts

"For Christ's sake, if another moron slaps my ass one more time...." I was cut off by another sharp smack.

"Stop being so dramatic Paris." Amit grumbled, using Jaggers to cut away the perverted penises and grabby hands.

"But my butt hurts." I whine, massaging the sore area.

"What do you want me to do? Get some balm and massage it? Maybe if you just cut the protruding branches like a normal person instead of passing through them, the elastic energy you create by bending them in wouldn't smack your behind." He ended with a grunt, cutting off another branch.

I huff, turning around to unfasten my leather buttons a little.

"W-What do you think you're doing?" He squeaked, sounding flustered.

"Stripping." I replied nonchalantly.

"What?!"

"Yeah, these trees have been hitting on me since, but must be morning wood. So I might as well give them what they've been tapping for, maybe they will give me some sap for my efforts." I mumbled while peering at my sore rear end.

"You're so, so, ridiculous Paris."

"That better not be an insult or I'll flash you my peach and that'll be on your angelic record."

"What are you really doing?"

"Checking my booty."

"The Heavens-"

"Yep, girls do it all the time. I'm checking to see how much mine has grown, been feeding it some healthy doses."

"Are you-"

"After this, I'm checking my bra size- you know what? We should compare I'll win for sure, you're definitely an AF, as in almost flat. But I got this glam push-up bra that will work wonders for your girls."

"Paris-"

"What? You need to hide your breeding hose? So sorry, can't help there but I've got this thong that'll fit you just right. Just don't get excited, real girls don't get a frickin' Winter Soldier in their pants when they're horny."

He looked at me like he wanted to chuck me off the nearest cliff. "I just can't with you."

"Love you too honey bunny."

"For the last time Paris, what are you even doing?" I ignored him, peeling down my bottoms.

"Oow," I moaned. "I look like a BDSM video gone wrong.

"That bad? Here, let me have a look." Came Aster's voice from behind me.

"I can't even." Amit grumbled, scowling.

Aster simply snorted. "Is it bad?" He asked.

"Yeah," I breathed. "Give me a sec."

Focusing on channeling my power like I did at the hospital, I healed myself.

"I didn't teach you that." Amit said quietly.

"Duh, I taught myself at the hospital." I scoffed, buckling up my amour.

"Chill Amit, she's an angel too she's allowed." Aster said, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

I grinned holding his arm.

Amit's eyes glaced to were we made contact, so quickly, i could have imagined it, but he just growled and walked off catching up with Shane who was in the front.

"You know, if he didn't have a permanent scowl on his face all the time, I'd say he's attractive." I said absentmindedly.

Aster raised a brow. "You think he's attractive?"