I only tolerate her for the drugs. She helps me get free through the tiny seeds she crushes and puts into my pipe. Her slender, porcelain hands bring the pipe to my lips, her charcoal eyes gaze at me with mirth as I take a puff.

The smoke is heavy and thick and I hold it in for as long as I can, feeling myself get more and more lightheaded until I finally breathe out, my brain slowly lifting higher and higher in my skull or at least it thinks it is. My emerald eyes find her face, and soon it's my hands.

She gives me a devious smile. I think she may be the most beautiful succubus in the world. She knows I'm helpless when she gets me like this. She places her small hands upon mine, nuzzling into my touch almost innocently but her eyes say otherwise. There is something wicked behind them. And I can't help but want to feel her evil.

And again the pipe is to my lips and I gratefully take another huff, repeating that same process that I know so well. Everything is in slow-motion and I take the time to appreciate it. How she takes her hair out of her usual ponytail. The way she climbs onto my lap, like a jungle cat gone domestic. Her hands upon my shoulders, light, but not without some gripping of her claws. Her legs find themselves around my waist and that's when I know, there is no way I will be able to escape her now. I'm her prey tonight and she will devour me whole.

Why must I chase this dragon?

A/N: Hey, tastiestcookie here and just wanted to say:

THIS WAS REALLY FUCKING SHORT.

I kinda like England x Fem!China but only if there's no love. Just lust. And drugs.

That is all.