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"Oh c'mon, give yourself a bit of credit." Belladonna chided as she continued to take down trees. There was a lot, so she started to hurry more and more, just to make up for lost space. After this there shouldn't be too much left to do. Maybe sweep up some of the glitter, hang the towel on the floor in the bathroom and get Lanna down off the bed. Then the witch would probably leave, elated with the idea of going to prom but wanting for a bit more affection. Later on she would analyze herself, question her deep need for so much affection. But for right now, she just kept on tearing down trees.
Finally she reached the end and with a flourish she pulled down the last tree. A small pile had been started that she quickly picked up into her arms just as Mort was puzzling over names.

"DEAD BOLT!!!" She shouted gleefully as she hopped over to Mort and dumped the papers into the box. Feeling rather clever over the name, Belladonna couldn't stop her excited bouncing. "Dead Bolt and Deadly Nightshade! Or Lady Nightshade? Something like that!" Already a completely ridiculous story was forming in the witch's head about two superheroes who fought crime and stood for justice, their epic capes fluttering in the night's breeze.

"What next? We're almost done, then you can take your nap!" Belladonna chirruped as she hopped once more. Surely he'd leave the stars on the ceiling since they shouldn't interrupt anyone's nap. And she was careful to say his nap and not our nap, as it had been made clear that the witch was expressly not invited. And she'd rather be not invited to a nap than never invited to see the boil again, so she kept to herself.
For the time being, of course.

"And we'll need a signal to shine in the night sky for when the city needs us! Oh oh and a really cool car to drive around!" Belladonna continued the train of thought effortlessly, completely forgotten about her shirt. So involved in the made up story, she clenched her hands together as she talked and even tried out a few pretend fighting moves. Of course accompanied with the appropriate "whack!" and "Bam!". When Mort didn't reply, she giggled herself to contentment and finally stilled long enough to listen to him.
Immediately she froze she he mentioned turning them into mini pet food (again!), so Belladonna took a quick glance over at the table. They were just so cute... Even if she didn't really need them or have a place for them, she could at least give them a better life. And as someone who'd been continually asked to be experimented on, Belladonna didn't want that for them either.

"I'll take them. They're just so~ cute~" She chirruped as she corralled them back into the tea pot and closed the lid with a sharp note of china on china. "No worries about them!" Her laugh was effortless, but she took one last look around the room before she crossed it back to stand in front of Mort.
Idly her hands found the front of his shirt where she attempted to smooth out the tears and rips. Thankfully her school pin had managed to hang on, so she only straightened out the shirt around it before she looked up at him. For a moment she didn't say anything, only considered her words but finally she opened her mouth.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're a really wonderful person. Just because you've lost a few battles and had it rough doesn't mean you did something wrong. Sometimes the odds are just stacked against you. But they aren't always that way. Odds change." Though she said it softly, Belladonna still said it with conviction. She really meant it, too. He might not say expressly say it, but she knew he felt rather down about all the things that had happened to him, especially involving the Hunters.
But they couldn't win forever.
He'd definitely win one day.

"I'll return your tea pot once the babies are moved to a new home." She added quickly with a smile and a tap of forefinger against his chest.
For a moment she considered saying something else, something more...
"So just keep trying." Was her last piece of advice before he grinned. Something about the grin was different, something more than Belladonna usually noticed so she closed her mouth and looked up at him, waiting.
It didn't take long.

The moment his finger began its slow trail down her cheek, Belladonna's breath audibly caught in her throat. The motion she had begun earlier of smoothing his shirt totally changed as her fingers slowly started to hinge themselves on the fabric without fully clinging. When he spoke, her knees got altogether too wobbly for her liking. His mouth quirked into a half-smile and Belladonna wanted to say something else, to reply to what he had said... But his finger had moved down to her chin and surely he was about to kiss her. The witch prepped herself for the dramatic swell of music that she knew would happen, but when she took a breath and closed her eyes... There was only a change in temperature.
Belladonna blinked quickly and realized a little belatedly that he had taken his finger away from her skin. Air that was a slightly warmer temperature flooded the trail of the chill he'd left on her, but the witch was still dazed. She couldn't think straight.

"Y-yeah...S'good... That you believe... In you." Was her garbled reply to his previous statement. Her heart thudded in her ears and slowly she gathered the thought that he had just teased her. After being on the opposite end of it all day, Belladonna finally knew what it was like to be the recipient.
It was rather fun. She couldn't at all fathom what could ever be wrong with it.

"Anything?"

Still caught somewhere between the land of Kiss Me, I'm Your's and Normalcy, Belladonna stood before him, her eyes half-lidded and expectant. The moment stretched out and she refused to move, rooted to her spot by some strange want of this, whatever it was about to become. But the seconds ticked by, altogether too quick and finally, the sharp note of Mort's laugh broke the spell.
The witch stood there, her hands placed onto thin air and blinked herself back to recollection. Moments ago she had been prepared to fall into his arms, but now she felt... Silly and slightly miffed.
"Its romantic!" Was all she could find within herself to say and she flopped onto the bed next to him and crossed her arms in front of her chest with a petulant pout.
Maybe, just maybe, she was jumping the gun a little... Maybe she should wait a bit more before she went about seducing him and trying to coax him into dramatic make-outs. Belladonna chanced a side-ways glance at the boy, but still couldn't fully change her mind about it. She wanted those things, but she had thought he did too.

The emotional blow of being laughed at was softened when he his fingers found her's and the witch relaxed her arms and her pout.
"Yes, I'll go and get out of your hair." She finally replied as her other hand came forward and ruffled the top of his hair. She didn't want to, not really. They had fun and he was kind and did wonderfully sweet things for her... And all she could offer was a bit of seduction. Failed, granted. But still.
"Thank you for my lovely surprise. I'm excited about prom." Just because she had to go didn't mean she had to go right then. Belladonna figured she had at least a few more minutes left, so she scooted sideways until her knee brushed his.

Though she had tried to stay petulant and pouty for a bit longer, Belladonna just couldn't. Not with the way Mort grinned at her, all devil's smile and fun. So she laughed too, not really even all that miffed. It lasted only a moment, an initial knee jerk reaction she couldn't stop.
"Well... You can tease me. A little." She replied with a look crossed between amusement and near embarrassment. It just wouldn't do if he didn't tease her at all! That was half the fun of relationships! Getting to tease your other half while they threw it right back? Oh, it was a blast! With two older sisters, Belladonna had learned to take a teasing lick or two in her life and rather enjoyed poking light hearted fun. So, it was alright Mort... Just a little.

When his hand squeezed around her's, Belladonna softened all over and paid special attention. It was nearing close to his nap time, but when he mentioned getting one last favor, she bit her lip to stop from shouting the thing she wanted.
Now she was caught in a bit of a trap.
If she said she wanted a good, passionate kiss, it might make Mort feel awkward. It wouldn't feel earned, it wouldn't feel real. It would have been asked for and planned and the witch didn't want that. But at the same time... She had so many feelings and no way else to express them. He was so kind and sweet and wonderful to kiss. But then again...
UGH. WHAT DO.

"That's very kind of you, but you've done plenty for me." Belladonna finally replied after a few more moments of mulling the thought over. It sounded like the kind of thing a Princess might say if she were trying to play hard to get, but really Belladonna was only trying to be kind. She didn't want to be difficult and either ask for a kiss or put the matter back onto him, so instead she just took the high road. It was a stupid road really, full of pent up frustrations and people who just needed a good rant. But it was the road Belladonna knew best, it was one she could take her in her sleep. Curse her good witch ways! "But I think now I owe you a favor." She added after a small laugh.
Why was she laughing? This wasn't funny! This was... Not getting to make out! BAH.

Now came the hard part. Now it was time to say 'goodbye' and 'have a good nap' and maybe even a 'text me later or something'. They hadn't really started any rituals other than a few texts tossed through out the day, that and the good night text Belladonna always sent. It was just her way to close the evening, a small goodbye that she hated because goodbyes were so final. Even if they reset each morning, they still happened again and again. A repeating cycle, and the witch dreaded anything cyclical when it involved people.
So maybe that was why she didn't reply. Maybe that was why she only looked at him, eyebrows scrunched up above her pink eyes and her mouth tilted into a strange angle that suggested she was either fighting with herself or working out a very tough puzzle. In all honesty, at this moment they were one and the same.
There were things she wanted to say, of course. She wanted to tell him it was alright about Brian and to ask him what he meant by wanting a favor and doing something else for it. She really wanted to ask what favor he wanted and to tell him that he could have just asked, he wouldn't have to do anything crazy for it. She was a simple ghoul, always more than willing to help. Almost too willing, sometimes.

No, Belladonna didn't do any of that.
Instead, she watched her will power crumble beneath her as she turned to face him, took his face into her hands and kissed him. A little harder than she had intended, but once she had realized the force behind it, the well in her heart had already poured over and there was no where else to put the metaphorical water but out. So she failed herself and him and kissed him anyways.
Belladonna was a rather willful girl, after all.

One brief moment of panic flashed through the witch and she thought that maybe, just maybe she had done the wrong thing. What if her dramatic kiss that held too much was instead a turn off. They were still so young, both physically and romantically, so it only stood to reason that there were boundaries this early and that the witch had flagrantly disobeyed them.
But then all thoughts ceased when Mort's hands found her hips. The fabric of her dress and petticoats and bloomers crunched underneath his grasp and the witch had absolutely no trouble at all obliging him by finding herself in his lap. She at least had the decency not to straddle him completely, but one leg had found itself with her thigh pressed against his hip.

All the passion was too much for Belladonna and she just had to take one gasping breath, but even in that moment she refused to give up. She didn't even bother to really pull back and took her breath quick before she plunged back into him. Fingers tangled in his hair and every possible place she could press against him was taken. What finally and truly broke her resolve was when a scratch of his teeth against her lip made the witch whimper. Never before had she made such a noise that it startled her, but also because that little spark of pain was actually... Really nice.
A moment's hesitation caught her drifting away from his mouth to his stitches which pulled roughly at her lips, but for whatever reason Belladonna only kept on. They were a part of him and she'd be damned if she didn't get to kiss every part someday, so it only stood to reason that she get started now.

Somewhere, far away in the back of her mind she realized her lips were bleeding and raw, but whatever resided within her that had fueled this passion quickly subdued the voice. So she only kept on, her mouth frantically pressing at both sides of his stitches before she returned to her favorite part.
This is actually happening...