Sorry for the confusion but I felt that the other story was getting too long so I decided to split it up, starting where it's about to move to Clover Country. Don't worry, the first few chapters are the same and I will only start asking for reviews when the new chapters start popping up. Sorry again for the confusion but enjoy!

The kitchen offers a variety of unknown smells as I chop and mash up the carrots for a recipe I'm trying out. Carrot cookies huh? But how in the heck do these people get the cookie into the shape of a carrot? I heavily sigh and throw out yet another batch of blackened ash which was supposed to be perfectly brown cookies. I swear I take my eyes off them for a second and they end up like this. I readily pull my hair back into a high pony tail getting ready to try for another batch which hopefully don't burn this time.

"Miss Jackie would you like some help?" One of the Amusement Park employees ask as I start all over again, whisking the stupid dough to the right texture. Pasty and smooth right? Yeah, no lumps. "Miss Jackie?"

"H-Huh? Oh, uh, yeah no. I got it." I say trying to judge the difference between the picture in the book and the monstrosity I have in my hands. Gah! I forgot the vanilla extract! I quickly right my wrong furiously trying to whisk the crap out of the dough.

"Oh my ... she's really going hard isn't she?"

"Why yes she is. Could it be ... ,"

"Because of a boy?" They both giggle as I steadily ignore them. I heavily sigh before placing the bowl down and get the pan ready.

What was I thinking telling Elliot that? My answer ... I can't believe I couldn't say 'I love you' to Elliot! I smack my head against the counter letting out an aggravated growl. Honestly! It's not that hard to say I - I - I -!

"AAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!" I growl letting out a frustrated shout. I struggle with the dough continuing to cake my hands in flour as I shape them into terribly deformed carrots before angrily popping them in the oven.

All I could say was 'I really like you too and I want to get to know you better.'

...

"That's one of the worst things I could have possibly said in that situation!" B-But I was so panicked by his sudden confession that I had no idea what to say! And it didn't help that he was obviously thrown for a loop at what I said. But, he manned up and smiled through it and simply said, 'Alright' before exploding with so much information about himself that I didn't even want to know! What does he expect me to do knowing his briefs are a large?

"Oh~ she's having a breakdown."

"That's no good."

"I don't need you narrating!" I shout making the two gossiping ladies quickly dash away. I clutched my head trying to hold myself together. Relax~ relax~ everything will be just fine~

"Hm? Hey, Jackie, what's burning?" Boris asks as he popped in through the window, sniffing that air. My eyes bug out of my head as I whip around.

"The cookies!" I scream, throwing open the oven door and yank out perfectly black outlines of the disintegrated cookie. Ugh ... really? This just sucks.

"Wow. I didn't think you were such a bad cook." Boris teases as he looks over my past seven failures all in the trashcan.

"Shut up," I snap back as I start to form carrot shapes in the cookie dough, "normally I'm decent but I'm just ... distracted."

"Oh~ thinking about Elliot~?" Boris teases as he pokes my nose.

"H-How did you know?!" I shout, smacking against the counter.

"Well, it's pretty obvious since everyone knows what happened~," Boris sings. I stare at the feline trying to get what angle he's coming at.

"Boris ... it doesn't bother you?" I ask. His smile falls a bit as his eyes tighten.

" ... yeah. It bothers me. But I figured it would be alright just to tease the hell out of you instead." He grins trying not to think too hard about it. I sadly smile and give him a quick hug.

"Thanks, Boris." He pauses before tightly hugging me back. Oh please tell me that this is just him giving up ... Oh please oh please just tell me he's not going to screw with me anymore ...

"Yeah. But, you'll still be around the Amusement Park so that's good." He hums pushing me away at arms distance. "Besides, since the move is coming by soon who knows what's going to happen now?"

"The move?" I ask, looking over to Boris as I pop the pan into the oven. "What's the move?" Boris remains silent as he looks down.

"You'll see. Hey, go out after you make those cookies. I'm sure you'll be happy to what you find when you come back." Boris sadly smiles before slipping out the door.

"Hey, wait Boris ... ah, he's gone." I heavily sigh as the alarm starts to go off.

"Oh COME ON! Can't I at least have one batch of cookies that don't burn to a freaking crisp?!"

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I heavily sigh carrying a tiny layered bag with only a few dozen carrot cookies with carrot frosting. I can't believe I burned so many batches! I slip through the unguarded gates trotting up to the Mansion.

"Hey look it's big sister -!" Dum shouts as Dee leaps out of the bushes, swinging his axe.

"AHHHH!" I scream, ducking back as I barely dodge his attack. I hastily leap back, glaring over Dee who looks up with big excited eyes.

"So cool!"

"Do it again big sister!" Dum shouts from behind. I yelp and fall flat against the ground as his axe swings over top, missing by inches. I scramble to my feet and dance away, breathing hard. I glance over the small stack of cookies spying them scattered across the ground. My heart sinks. Oh come on! I spent so long making those! My sadness turns to anger as I glare over the twins.

"What's wrong with you two?! Don't attack me like that!" I shout sorely pissed off that my hours of effort are wasted by their games.

"Huh? Oh, sorry!"

"We didn't know it was big sister~," they cheekily lie with sheepish grins and chuckles.

"BULL! I call bull on that!" I shout unable to tame my rage.

"Hey! What's going on over here you brats?" Elliot barks coming up behind me. I jump as his hand gently slides over my waist before he walks ahead of me, putting on his second in command mafia mask. "Get back to work!"

"Stupid rabbit!"

"We were only playing!" They pout. I nervously gulp as I look over my embarrassing mess. I can't show him these. They're all ruined and aren't even fit for a dog at this point! While Elliot argues with the twins I quickly gather up the remains and hurry inside, casting a quick glance back. I bite my lip as Elliot looks up, locking eyes with mine before I scurry behind the door and find a servant. I shove the cookies into his hands and look him dead in the eyes - or at least where his eyes should be.

"Burn these." I order. He tilts his head, surprised but otherwise smiles.

"Oh? Alright Miss Jackie." He happily cheers as I hurry passed him. Quickly now quickly now~ to Blood's office we go to pretend I came to look up a book~

"Give me those."

"Yes Master Elliot~," the same servant hums. I turn around spying Elliot behind me holding the back of disgraces and pulls out a cookie with a bit of dirt in the orange frosting.

"E-Elliot, go throw those away!" I shout, trying to snatch them from his hands. I smack against his chest as he holds them over his head, clearly out of my smaller reach as I try to take them.

"G-Give those back!" I watch with horror as he takes a bite out of the one, looking off to the side as he tastes the terrible excuse for a cookie.

"It's good." He says, popping the rest of it into his mouth before taking another.

"Elliot, don't eat those they fell on the ground!" I growl as if the little bit of information will make him spit it up.

"Did they? But they taste really good," he hums, licking a bit of frosting off his thumb, "besides, you made this for me so like hell I'm going to let someone 'burn it'."

He chuckles as I lightly thump my head against his chest suddenly embarrassed. I can't believe I just kicked up that much of a fuss over some stupid cookies. I stiffen as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close. He tilts my pouting face up by the chin, landing his lips over my mouth. I hesitate before shyly pushing back a little. No matter how many times I kiss Elliot I don't think I'll ever get used to my heart nearly exploding. His ears twitch as he pulls back with a grin, probably hearing my little ticking bomb of a heart.

"Thanks for the treat."

"T-The cookies aren't that good." I mumble as a faint flush rises to my cheeks. He sweetly smiles as he leans down, kissing my ear.

"I wasn't talking about the cookies." He whispers making me shiver. I clap my hand over my ear, suddenly embarrassed.

"D-Don't do that." I feebly mutter trying to move away from him but his arm stays firm.

"Why? I like it when your heart races." He playfully teases as he kisses my forehead. I lightly smack my head into his scarf trying to hide my face. Please stop ... I'm slowly dying over here.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask with a deep blush as he tilts my head up, again planting a kiss on my lips.

"Is there something wrong with wanting to touch my woman?" He hums as a tiny thrumming grunting purr originates in his chest. I stand on my tippy toes barely making it to his neck to give him a small kiss. He tightly hugs me as he leans down giving me better access. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss his jaw making his bunny purrs get louder before I back up. He leans in for another kiss as his eyes start to get a little hazy but my hand shoots up, catching his face. Elliot blinks, surprised.

"You're purring again." I point out making him happily flush.

"I can't help it! I'm so happy when you're here~," he hums before obediently back up. He takes my hand happily kissing the tips of my fingers, "hm~ they taste like carrot frosting~," he teases slyly looking over me from the corner of his eye.

" ... please don't." I meekly squeak before he lightly draws his tongue over my middle finger before sucking on it. My entire face turns to a startling shade of red before he pulls me close.

"I can't help it Jackie! I just wanna eat you up~," he hums lovingly placing multiple kisses up and down my neck. I struggle to hold back my laughs as his quick kisses tickle my neck, looking to anyone for help just as Blood rounds the corner. He pauses, assessing the situation before rolling his eyes with a smirk. I wait for him to intervene but he only watches my struggling all for his own amusement. Blood ... I'll never forgive you for this. Eventually even he gets sick of it and walks up behind Elliot, tapping him on the back with his cane.

"Elliot, that sort of public display is revolting. Control yourself." Blood huffs as the entertainment gets stale. Elliot immediately pulls away and straightens his back before sheepishly scratching his head.

"I can't help it, Blood. She's just so cute!" He hums sneaking in another quick kiss or two.

"Yes, well ravish her another time then. We have work to do before the move. I can feel it coming." Blood huffs as he walks off. I sigh, thankful he stopped the little 'ravishing' as he would call it.

"Yeah. I guess I'll just go back to the Amusement Park then." I say. Elliot smiles and starts to run after Blood before pausing, leaping back and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Why don't you go make some more carrot cookies in the kitchen while we're gone?" He asks with a hint of desperation in his voice. I pull back, spying the tiny spark of fear in his violet eyes before he hurries off to join Blood.

What was that about ... ah.

That's right. I'm still being targeted by that faction or whatever. I almost forgot about that. I slightly blush as I watch him run off after Blood. R-Right. Cookies ...

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"It burns even faster in this oven how is that even possible?!" I shout nearly chucking the pan halfway across the room as I scrap off yet more failures. Am I really that bad at cooking? I'm really not! It must be some sort of oven conspiracy I just know it. I roughly plop the dough onto the counter kneading some more carrot flakes and flour into it.

I wonder where Alice went? She was here for a little bit but left pretty quickly after a servant whispered something to her. Maybe it was another one of Blood's threats to make her quickly come before he comes in here himself and drags her away?

I jump as a large, warm body presses against my back while his large, strong hands fluidly flow over mine. My blood boils as Elliot rests his chin on my shoulder looking over the fine work I'm doing.

"Smells good." He breathes with a chuckle as he pushes against my fingers and helps knead the dough. I try to concentrate on the dough unable to look away at how his large hands easily swallow mine up whole. A shiver travels down my spine as I try not to feel his muscles flexing and relaxing as his digits flawlessly knead the dough. So embarrassing ... why am I thinking about that at a time like this?

"Those are all the burnt cookies you're smelling. Did you finish up the rest of what I made?" I ask desperately trying to change the topic.

"So? They still smell good." He hums as I try to shrink into a little ball of embarrassed happiness before an idea comes to mind.

"H-Hey, Elliot, can you get the pan over there?" I ask pointing to the clean pan on the counter.

"Sure." He hums, kissing my cheek before going over to the pan. I clutch my racing heart struggling to calm down. Shut up shut up shut up! He can hear that, I'm positive he can hear that! I quickly get the other pan and nervously start shaping out the carrot shapes before lying them down. Elliot glances over my work making my heart skip a beat.

"I-Is there something wrong with the carrots?" I ask, suddenly feeling very self conscious about my shaping skills.

"Hm? Not at all. They look great!" He says before popping a rounded ball of dough in his mouth.

"Hey, don't eat the cookie dough until they're done!"

"Hm? You wanna taste?" He croons as he picks me up and sets me on the counter.

"E-Elliot ... ," I mumble as he sweetly connects his mouth to mine. I tremble beneath his lips trying to woman up and push back but my self-confidence is shattered to pieces. Why have I just been feeling like crap lately? Because I can't even make cookies without messing something up?

Elliot senses my distress and smoothly glides his hands over my hips, bringing up his left up and run his fingers through my hair. I shiver as my blood burns. This feels nice ... I twitch as his tongue lightly flies over my bottom lip.

Meh, to heck with it.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him close, shyly letting him enter my mouth. His fleshy muscle easily dominates mine despite my resistance, evenly exploring as the taste of the carrot cookie dough thoroughly soil my mouth. I lightly rub back as he leans forward, pushing me against the counter. My eyes pop open as he lays on top of me, hungrily taking my cheeks between his hands and pushes closer. I whip my head back smacking against the hard granite counter.

"Ouch ... ," I grumble before he whips me back up to a sitting position, gently feeling the tender area.

"You alright?" He asks, concerned as he turns my head. I stiffen as my heart pounds so hard it feels like it's about to jump out of my throat.

"Y-Yeah," I sheepishly laugh before the sound sticks in my throat as Elliot leans in for another kiss. I start to panic before covering his mouth just as it taps against my lips. We blink, both surprised by my movement. "Uh, um, t-the cookies. T-T-They need to g-go in."

"Oh. Right." He says as he moves aside, helping me onto the tiled floor. I hastily toss the cookies into the oven, setting the timer this time before trying to book it out of there.

"I, uh, forgot something back at the Amusement Park!" I shout before his arm snakes around my waist yanking me right back into the kitchen. He shuts the door and locks it trapping me against the heavy wooden doors.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asks with twitching ears. I look off to either side as if there was someone to intervene but there is, of course, only me and Elliot in the room.

"W-W-Well, I'm not avoiding you I-I just remembered that I needed to get something done at the Amusement Park?" I squeak sounding more like a question than an answer. His eyes narrow as his ears droop down.

"What do you have to do there?"

"Oh, uh what?"

"What do you have to do that the Amusement Park?" He repeats making sure there are no escape routes for me.

"What do I have to do, yeah uh, good question." I say, trying to stall for time as my mind, of course, hits a mind block. What is there for me to do? Nothing. I have off today.

"You're lying. Why are you lying?" He asks tapping his forehead to mine.

"U-Um ... uh ... ," my mind races to find something to do but of course finds nothing. Elliot's eyes fall as he gently pecks me on the lips before retreating.

"Is it that terrible here that you can't wait to leave?" Oh don't play that card! That's so not fair! "Well?"

"O-Of course it isn't, Elliot." I like it here. I really, really like it here. Why? Because Elliot is here. And why do I want to leave so badly? Because Elliot is here. He makes my heart pound so fast I don't know what to do with it and my blood boil without even trying.

It's scary how easily he can rile me up.

"Then why do you want to get away from me so quickly?" He pouts not wanting to give up his position over me.

"E-Elliot ... ," I whine not knowing what to do or say. I can't tell him the truth; it's so embarrassing! My face flushes catching his attention as he patiently waits for my answer. How ... how can I possibly answer such an embarrassing question?

We both jump as the timer goes off.

"A-Ah, we should get the cookies before they burn." I quickly say thankful for the distraction. I try to push pass his arm but his bicep visibly bulges under his jacket showing how much force he's really putting into pushing against the wall.

"Let them burn. Tell me why, Jackie." He presses, really refusing to let up even an inch.

"I - I won't say! It's so embarrassing, Elliot!" I complain as I shove against his chest trying to use force to worm myself out of this one.

"Do you really think I'll think anything less of you? Jackie, just tell me." He pleads, holding my hands up his ticking clock. I shiver from the pure intent of prying it out of me in his voice. I look away noticing something flickering in the oven. My eyes bug out as I realize what it is.

"E-Elliot the cookies are on fire!"

"Like I said, let them burn. Now tell me why and I'll put them out." He pushes, refusing to relent no matter what. My eyes remain locked onto the burning oven as the flames begin to spread.

"I-It's spreading! Elliot, let go so I can put them out!" I beg trying to dip beneath his arm. His hands immediately grip my waist pulling me right back where he wanted me.

"Tell. Me." He growls, his ears at the lowest point that they can go. My gaze dart between his burning violet eyes and the fire which is consuming the entire oven, even spreading to the adjacent ones. My panic begins to spread as I realize he was willing to let the whole kitchen burn if I don't tell him.

"FINE! It's because you get me so heated up without that I don't know what to do with myself! And worst of all you don't even have to try! Just looking at you freaking torches the butterflies in my stomach and OH MY GOSH that fire is spreading to all of the other ovens!" I shriek as my entire face is consumed in a red hot mess. He stands up, blinking in shock as I dart to the nearest fire extinguisher and douse the flames until they don't even think about lighting up again. I hunch over, gasping in pure shock. My gosh ... I can't believe he was about to burn down the whole kitchen burn just because I didn't listen to him! I jump as I hear tiny beeps going off on the ceiling before I am showered with water.

"Oh NOW you go off?! Where were you five freaking minutes ago?!" I demand to no one in particular shaking my fists at the water sprinklers. I heavily sigh and drop the red canister as I hold my aching head. That idiot ... I yelp as Elliot's strong arms wrap around my waist, nuzzling his head into my neck. "E-Elliot?"

"Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"T-Tell you what?" I stutter unable to think straight as his teeth lightly graze my earlobe.

"But, you're wrong," he says, kissing my jaw, "it's you who makes me go absolutely nuts without even trying."

"R-Really?" I ask hardly believing what he said. No ... no, no. I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. Elliot pauses as his ears twitch. Without a pause in beat he sweeps me off my feet, effortlessly tossing me over his shoulder. "E-Elliot!"

He quickly crosses the room and unlatches the bar, opening the door so some armed faceless servants with guns could come running in.

"Clean this mess up and don't disturb me." He orders. Their faces stare at him before turning to me. I stiffen as they all immediately smile getting the wrong idea in their heads.

"But of course~,"

"You two have fun now!"

"Aw~ how nice it is to be young again." They all hum.

"Good." Elliot huffs, clearly not catching onto what they are implying. Oh balls ... I look up spying them all giving us lovey dovey looks and thumbs up as Elliot trots off to his room. I return with middle fingers absolutely pissed that they aren't helping me out of this one before Elliot rounds a few corners, slipping into his room. My heart beats like crazy as he tosses me onto his bed, ears down with a blush over his cheeks. I look away with my own flush trying not to lose my temper.

"See why I didn't want to tell you?" I nastily growl. Yep there goes my temper. Elliot's eyes drift back over me as his grunting purrs begin to riddle through his chest.

"N-Not really. Jackie, if you wanted to do those things then why didn't you just tell me? Can't you tell that ... that I'm holding back?" He asks with a deep flush.

"H-Holding back?" How in the heck has he been holding back?! He's been all over me since I got here!

"Yes. J-Jackie ... I'm a grown man, and have very mature desires. I didn't follow them because I didn't think you were ready for it." His flush only deepens as he takes off his jacket and side belt, placing them on a nearby chair. I nervously shrink back as the little hornets in my stomach begin to viciously sting my sides.

"O-Oh ... right." I mutter. How could I be so naive? It never crossed my mind that Elliot wanted t-that from me. My legs immediately cross as Elliot sits on the side of the bed refusing to make eye contact with my as the tips of his ears turn red. Ah ... he's really embarrassed admitting that too.

"Jackie ... do you think any less of me for having those sorts of desires?" He asks as he keeps his eyes on the door. I nervously gulp. W-Well ... it certainly has opened a whole new door for me. I've never met a guy who wanted that from me before. I nervously bite my lip before leaning against his back and wrap my arms around his torso.

"Y-You're right Elliot. I'm not ready for something like that." I say as my heart begins to pound harder. "B-But that doesn't mean we can't ... can't ... ," I bury my face against his back as it gets too embarrassing for me to say it out loud. I can't do it! I can't just say 'we can't go that far but I'll more than happily make out with you'.

"We can't what?" He asks, immediately perking up as he turns around.

"C-C-C-C-C-Can't ... ," I sound like a broken record player as I struggle to find the right words. "I can't say it!" I shout before burying my face in one of his pillows. I stiffen as I hear him shift over the bed, drawing next to me as he wraps my arms around my shoulders.

"Can't what?" He asks as his teeth graze my ear. I tremble as I look up at him with a severely red face.

"I-I would say it but I think you've figured it out." My voice shoots up at the end as his entire face falls blank.

"Really?" He asks, almost eagerly as his ears stand straight up. He leans forward with excited eyes as I shrink back.

"Y-Yeah." I whisper as the hornets are set on fire in my stomach. He gently smiles as he flings the pillow across the room immediately kissing me. The savage animal rips through my system setting me on fire as I eagerly return the affection, running my hands through his orange curls.

Elliot's grunting hums grew louder as he visibly fights for control. He sits up and yanks me onto his lap hitching my legs around his waist. I eagerly comply and tightly hold his jaws where I want them, roughly moving my lips against his. Elliot's hands slide down my sides and pause on my hips before slipping around. I gruffly hum as he tightens his grip nearly making me lose my sanity as I pull on his hair.

"E-Elliot ... ," I breathe as his flips me back onto the bed, tightly holding my rump as his lips explore my neck.

"Louder ... ," he mutters, visibly shivering from me calling his name. My heart races, catching the attention of his flickering ears. I pant for air as my blood flares up begging to be smothered by Elliot's body alone. I gasp as he bites my neck.

"E-Elliot!" I shout before he pulls back with a quick gasp. He sets me down and backs up against the backboard, holding his mouth as he tries to control his grunting purrs. I heavily breathe watching as Elliot struggles to control himself.

"Y-You alright?" I ask as I sit on his lap. He cranes his neck back as his thrumming grunts start to quiet down.

"Y-Yeah but your plump butt against my legs isn't helping." He whines lightly smacking his head against the backboard hoping pain will take his mind off of me. Hm~ I wanna tease him.

"Yeah? Does this help?" I tease as I run my hands up his thighs, over his hips and up his shirt to his stomach. My nails lightly claw at his rippling muscles as they tense and relax in a mad effort not to go insane. His fingers dig into the sheets as he tightly grips his mouth, shaking as he struggles to fight his instincts.

I smile and withdraw my hands, making him breathe a sigh of relief until my fingers pick at the buttons of his shirt. His grunting hums immediately flurry around his vibrating chest with each fast breath as I undue to shirt looking over his well chiseled body. Ha! He's really fighting it too. He leans forward before smacking his head against the backboard hard. I hold back a laugh and gently set my hand over his chest. I gently rest my head on his shoulder listening and feeling his clock going crazy.

ticktockticktockti-ticktocktocktick-tockticktickti -tock

"Heh ... you're clock is beating like crazy."

"A-A-And who-whose fa-ult is t-that?" Elliot gasps through his grunting purrs hardly able to come up with a coherent sentence. I smile and gently doodle circles around his heart making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

"You're so fun to tease, Elliot!" I cry as I kiss the corner of his jaw. His hands tightly grip my hips, refusing to let me go anywhere.

"D-Don't ... that's not nice. It's torture!"

"Torture to you is fun to me." I brazenly tease as I lightly suck on his neck making his grunting hums grow louder. I giggle and simply lay my head on his shoulder letting him gain control again. He shakily breathes out as he gets control, kissing me on the forehead.

"That was mean." He pouts. I smile and slip my arm up his back, tugging on his ears and make him blush.

"That was fun~," I hum as I pull his ear down. I hesitate before lightly nibbling on it, watching his eyes bug open as his flush grows.

"A-A-Ah ah ah -!" He pants before I let go with a satisfied smile. Fun~

"Alright, I'm done. And you?" I ask with an innocent smile. Elliot looks at the ceiling trying to calm his racing clock.

"T-Too much ... ," he whines, "for someone who doesn't want to go all the way you sure are acting otherwise." I blink before pulling back with wide eyes. I really did go too far.

Oops.

"A-Ah! No, I don't mean it like that!" He reassures, completely flustered as he tries to wave off my panic.

"S-Sorry." I mumble before climbing off of him, heading towards the door. "I think I need to go cool my head. See you tomorrow, Elliot -!" My voice jumps as his hands snatch a hold on my hips, spinning me around to face him.

"D-Don't go." He says with that same desperate flare lighting up in his eyes.

"Why not?" I counter, confused. He blindly looks over me as he searches for an excuse.

"S-Stay the night with me." He asks as his ears pull back.

"H-Huh?!" I ask, near panicking. But he just promised not to do that yet -!

"Not li-like that! I-I mean, just stay here for tonight. I," he hesitates before deeply flushing, "I want to wake up. N-Next to your face, that is."

"O-Oh." I slowly breath out a relieved sigh. Ah ... so that's what he means. "F-Fine. But I really do need sleep, Elliot. I've got a lot of work to do at the Amusement Park."

"R-Right." He says, looking off as his ears nervously twitch. My eyes narrow in on the quirk.

"What are you hiding from me?" I ask suspiciously eyeing up his ears.

"H-Hiding? Oh, it's nothing Jackie. Here, you can wear this." He says, quickly getting out his pajama top and places it in my hands. "I'll be right back. There's some business I need to take care of."

He leaps over to the door in a single bound before rushing out the door. I catch sight of some servants waiting at the door with some cheeky expressions.

"Well~ how was it, Master March?"

"W-What?"

"Oh~ you know~,"

"I know what? GAH!" he shouts as he finally gets it, "go away with your pestering selves!" He growls before his voice quiets to a mutter. I ignore his business and slip into the bathroom, putting on the pajama top. I faintly blush as I eye the complimenting green underwear and bra I'm wearing beneath it. I feel like a freaking carrot dressed like this. "Jackie, I - Jackie?!" Elliot's voice cries, panicked.

"I'm in here, Elliot." I call before folding up my clothes and exiting the bathroom. I look up spying Elliot just tying on his orange silk pants.

"O-Oh ... alright." He says a little breathlessly as he puts his clothes aside and turns off the light. I watch him through the darkness as he scurries into the bed placing my clothes next to his.

Oh man ... relax. We are just sleeping. No hanky panky here~ nope not at all. I bravely turn to the bed as my heart thrums hard in my chest before crawling beneath the sheets. Elliot remains stiff as a board until I get comfortable, facing the room with my back towards him. I jump as I hear the sheets rustle, stiffening as his arm drapes over my waist. I pick my head up flinching as his freaking melon of a bicep presses against my head, offering a pillow.

"I-I won't do anything. Promise." He says as he snuggles closer in the spooning position. I lightly let out a sigh reveling the face I fit perfectly into his arms. This feels nice. It feels like he's protecting me, being so stuffed in his arms. It feels so warm, too. I lightly breathe in his musky scent as sleep begins to drift over me like a gentle wave.

Yeah ... I could get used to this.

ELLIOT'S POV

I can't let her find out. I can't let her find out Wonderland is about to experience a move. If she does she'll head right back to the Amusement Park to her 'home'. What if our lands are separated? Then I wouldn't be able to see her for who knows how long leaving her in the clutches of that d***ed cat, Boris?

My very clock as a Role Holder madly ticks with terrible anticipation. It's going to happen tonight, too. I'm glad I sent the servants out to gather her stuff and bring it into the adjacent room to mine. My arms tighten around her tiny body as I kiss her ear.

Please forgive me for tricking you. I made you stay at the Mansion for the sole purpose of not losing you. Jackie will understand, I'm sure. My clock nervously ticks counting on her blow up tomorrow when she finds out. Either when the Amusement Park is gone or she finds that her stuff is all here. Either way it's a loss for me.

I gently smile as I hear her smooth breathing and her gentle thumping heart. But, it is worth it. I can handle a bit of thrashing here and there if it means I can keep her near me. A faint blush lights up my face as I think of the 'torture' she inflicted on me earlier. If her anger is expressed in that way I can't exactly guarantee mine or her safety. I had no idea she had the kind of fire in her! I eagerly grin as I gently rub her belly, making her suck in a deep breath as he arches her back against my stomach. It makes me very happy that she does have that fire in her, thought.

I love it~

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Oh~ Elliot you tricky JERK! How do you think Jackie is going to react when she finds out about Elliot tricking her? 10 REVIEWSfor the next chapter~!