Finding Contentus

Chapter 136: Terms and Conditions

"Neokie, you've blinded me. Where are you?"

Neosa blinked at him. "Cold."

Ramoth stopped, taking an uncertain step towards her.

"Warm."

Another step. He sniffed like a scavenger, smelling her rich fragrance.

"Warmer."

He jumped.

"Hot."

His eyes opened and his smirk rose as he held her chin and kissed her. "Hottest," he complimented.

Neosa despised how easy it was for the clown to make her face heat up like that. What she didn't detest were his kisses. "Not hot enough." She showed a winsome smile, about to go for another one when—

Genesia coughed and cleared his throat politely.

Ramoth looked at him strangely for an uncomfortable amount of time. Without any regard for personal space whatsoever, he got up on the desk, hooked his arm around Genesia and held his chin. "Dry throat Genie? You want a kiss to soothe it?"

Genesia didn't trust himself to speak because he couldn't. His tongue got stuck in quicksand when his instincts assembled the necessary forces of resistance. To compensate, he widened and darkened his eyes that became black pools, deep enough to seduce a firefly into drowning.

Ramoth retreated and hid behind Neosa, holding onto her like a raft that kept him afloat above water. "Neokie, w-w-hy does Genie hate me? W-w-hy does he want me to sink? W-w-hy won't he accept my brotherly affection? F-f-fiend!"

"Do you kiss Musa on the lips?" Genesia managed to ask, allowing the blackness in his eyes to lessen. How the fuck do you deal with this man, Musa? How the hell do you deal with your man, Neo?

"Of course not." Ramoth looked offended, storming back to the desk, slamming his hands down and waving his hand at Genesia's face as if it was his fault. "But you're different. Can you blame me when you look just like my Neokie?"

"I certainly don't when she looks just like my Genie."

Neosa had been so focused on Ramoth's tomfoolery that she couldn't react quick enough to remove Ramela's slithering hand that caressed her face. She was trapped in her possessive gaze, a gaze that went down to her lips.

"Well? It's just a sisterly kiss. How long do you intend to avoid me?" Ramela asked, already knowing the answer and playing along anyway for the fuck of it.

"As long as possible," Neosa spoke through her teeth, unable to remove Ramela's glued hand on her face as though it was sticky paper that would strip away her flesh. Instead, she brightened her eyes enough to dazzle an inflammable butterfly on sight like burning embers. Gene, your woman is too much. Back up haow! How did Ramiya manage with you when you're this overbearing?

Ramela covered her eyes with her left hand as she moved back, placing her right hand on her breast and making a wounded sound. "I'm tremendously hurt. So is your niece."

Neosa gave her an insulted look. "No she's not." She placed her ear by Ramela's belly, increasing her hearing to seep through the womb. "She's happy to hear her Aunty's voice. Neh Esse?"

"Is she really?" Ramela asked, regarding Genesia intensely.

Ramoth glanced over his shoulder, meeting Neosa's eyes. "I saw something." He tapped the eye of Ramoth. The tattoo markings around his left eye were activated, making the hyena's eye, the serpent's spiral and the rain's teardrop glisten.

"As did I." The tattoo markings of the eye of Ramela were active as well. Around her right eye, the lioness's eye, the serpent's spiral and the rain's teardrop glistened.