I'm Done With Compromise {Christoph

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Move to the city, lose all your heart. She weren't too pretty. You ain't to smart.

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Christoph Camden Kӧnig[/center][/size]

"Finished."

His confident tone superseded Christoph's actual feelings at the moment. Internally the teen was slightly in shock. The blood was if it began to harden, forming a jell-o like consistency in his veins. It made the ability to breathe significantly more difficult. This feeling began to travel through the little veins until it reached his mind, pumping spoiled blood into his brain. Yet another complication in his thought process.

Maybe it was his spoiled blood that made him break out in a brilliant grin. His eyes glinted with excitement and his teeth set together in a definite shape of a smile. July was his. Every since Christoph could remember, he was a possessive person. As a child he didn't allow both adults and children touch his things. They only ruined things of course. Such as the shiny paint job on one of his matchbox cars or the freshly pressed blanket. He was raised to believe that his things were better than all others. Only the best had the ability to consider itself royal enough to consider being a Kӧnig. This is why he waved off the tattoo man with a smirk, eyes glued to July's features. She's the best. The curves of her body and the shapes that they shadow; she was a real prize. Her stunning features and gorgeous posture. Genetics blessed her with the gift of beauty and poise. Christoph respected this and acknowledged the best when he saw it. He embraced his equal when he realized it.

He'd come back at a later date to finish something as frivolous as his tattoo. The only thing that came to matter was his connection with July. Physically; he laced his fingertips through the side of her dirty blonde locks, tossing over her shoulder. This exposed a portion of her neck in which Christoph froze slightly. He knew that by instinct he wanted to kiss it softly while whispering sweet words into her ear drum. Yet, he restrained himself by unlacing his fingers from her hair and replacing this contact with his eyes. They bore into her own, grasping for her complete attention. Crackling with intensity his fingertips to the top of his head was still reacting in shock.

July said yes. There was no complicated meaning or confusing punchline. Flat out her words were a yes. Christoph attempted to clear his shock radiated heart, by pulsating a thought of relaxation. After a few failed attempts eventually he began to think clearly once again. In return of his mini-vacation, he began to psychoanalyze July's response. It was quick and immediate. He concluded that it confirmed their feelings toward one another. She was just as much head over heels as he was.

Perfection.

His heart thumped happily flying into the oblivion of heaven where he was to encounter ponies of made of pure gold. Even his imagination wasn't cheap. Yet her facade was thrown on immediately after the seemingly me mistaken immediate "yes." Slightly this bothered him. What exactly was the purpose of throwing on that fake mask? Was it to hide behind? The irony seeped through the cracks in his skull. He was exactly the same way. Christoph was one to look good in front of a crowd, never to unimpress or use words that don't swoon and give his audience chills. Even with all these factors he still became disappointed in the way July acted. Either way, she was his. And at that particular moment she could've spit on his leather shoes that were freshly polished the day before and he wouldn't care. She said yes. July was his and only his.

One hand. Christoph cupped it gently underneath her chin caressing the flesh underneath. He tugged softly bringing her face close to his own. A smirk plastered itself onto his features followed by a small scoff. How she melted his insides into crayons. Within himself his insides were a twisted mess of nerves and emotions. Granted he didn't show one of them to July, simply because he was Christoph Kӧnig. King of the Capital. Resting forehead to forehead the scent from her lip gloss engulfed his nostrils. It mixed with her general scent increasing the smile on Christoph's face. No longer could he stand the distance. Beckoning. His male instincts went into overdrive. But he dared not to be rough with her. She was the porcelain and he was the bull, yet there was a determination and distinction in his movements. He pressed his lips softly to hers only slowly pressing harder down on them every second or so. Before long he stopped himself. The sensations knocked his mind two feet backward while slowly fulfilling his wishes to leave just the least bit of himself onto her skin. Fingers trailed lines onto the sides of her face, drawling circles across her jaw to the back of her ears. Pulling back his hand he entwined it with her fingers.

"Let's go."

With that he pulled her from the the tattoo seat tugging her lightly behind. They exited the shop and Christoph grinned to the world. The sun. The streets. The whores on the corner selling their "goodies." Nothing matter but the fingers that laced his own.

And how they were his.

~Finished~

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Plenty of Boys and girls in love.

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