Lucian leaned in, his nose brushing hers, his eyes half-closed, "Do you want to know a secret?" he whispered.

Celine's eyelashes fluttered, her breath quickening, "Yes."

"Naughty girls..." He grabbed her bottom and gave it a squeeze, "...don't get to kiss." He then bent her over his knee with a grin and held her there, caressing the spot that was going to be punished, "They get spanked instead."

"..." Her expression changed from a seductive one to a speechless one. Nobody got to manhandle her like that and live to tell the tale, "Hey, what do you think you are doing? Let go."

The humiliating position she was in, over his knee, ready to be disciplined, was not something she wanted anyone to witness. Especially not her brother.

They could either fight and alert everyone, or stay still with each other for a little bit longer.

"..." Celine's face reddened with anger and embarrassment as she struggled to get free, "You...!"

He covered her mouth with his palm, "I can't wait for our next date," he murmured into her ear, "It will be fun, just you and me."

She gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring daggers at him as if daring him to try. She went completely still when his hand gave her rear a light tap. It was a warning slap, not a hard one.

He was not sure whether he was calming her or his own nerves, but it felt nice. He wanted to do it more firmly, see if he could get some interesting reactions out of her, but he didn't want to share her humiliation with anyone, and so he had to hold back. Maybe just a little...one more... "Ngh!"

Her teeth sank into his hand, making him yelp. His hand, however, didn't jerk away, no. It pressed harder, letting her bite as deep as she wished to.

He deserved it, and he was not afraid to take responsibility for his actions. The more she vented her frustration, the more of it would leave her, wouldn't it?

He could feel her confusion at his lack of reaction, her teeth loosening up their grip. A lick of apology was given to the wounded place, her saliva cooling the burning sensation of her teeth.

His free hand stroked her hair, his lips pressing a kiss to her temple, "Let's fight to our heart's content when nobody is around, okay?"

She sighed weakly at his gesture, her body going limp.

"I'll bring a whip," she muttered, "I have a feeling I might need it."

Lucian chuckled at the image, "A riding crop?"

"Mm," she hummed, "The kind used to break in the wild ones."

Lucian's chuckle turned into a full-blown laughter. Celine joined him, finding his laughter contagious.

Their inner child was having a blast, fighting and making peace in the span of a few minutes, while their adult side was trying to keep their sanity.

They have been learning a lot about the workings of the human body, and used the findings to their advantage.

It resulted in a rather efficient way to deal with each other during times when the emotions ran high.

Primal needs to mate and reproduce have been plaguing them both for a long time now.

Experiments in the past taught them that tongue kissing was the worst of offenders, and the more they did it, the more they wanted to go further (that's why Lucian didn't end up kissing her).

Chaste kisses had the power to calm the storm, even when it was at its peak.

Hugs and light skinship were good at warming the heart and bringing a smile on the face.

Lucian's inability to let go of the past caused a lot of friction, and Celine's tendency to manipulate her way to get what she wanted was a constant source of conflict.

It sounded like there were only problems in their relationship, but that was only the surface. The deeper layers were a bit more complex…a bit more intimate, and a bit more meaningful.

"Ugh," Edmund's groan interrupted the spell. "Water," he requested.

Celine rolled over, groaning in annoyance, she gestured for Lucian to serve her brother.

Lucian pointed at his crotch, sending her an accusing eyebrow. She patted it as she got up, causing him to breathe in sharply. He hid under the large desk, covering his face with his hands. Stupid body betraying him like it always did.

"Where's Lucian?" Edmund asked, taking big gulps of water.

"Behind the desk, hiding from my temptations," she replied.

Edmund coughed bits of water into his palm.

Lucian whined at her words. He felt like he was going to die from embarrassment as he peeked from behind the desk.

Celine laughed at their reaction, "Heh, that's what you get for ruining the mood. Now, go back to being unconscious."

"Ugh," Edmund wiped his face with his sleeve, "A thank you would suffice."

"Thank you for ruining the mood," she said.

"I'm glad that you are back to your normal self," he said.

"Thank you for your concern and the trouble you went through to help me," she replied, ruffling his hair, "I've finished all the work, so you are free to get knocked out again."

"You did?!" Edmund jumped to his feet and hugged his sister, "I don't know what I would have done without you!"

"Die probably," Celine replied, patting him on the back.

Edmund didn't argue with her, "How can I ever thank you enough?"

"Don't get drunk again, that's enough," she replied.

Edmund looked at his sister with a smile, "Not even for your sake?"

"No, not even for that...ouch," she winced as he squeezed her, "You are choking me!"

"But I love you," he said, "and I want to show you that."

"Get off me, you oaf," Celine demanded, pushing him away, "You are heavy and smell like alcohol. I don't want to get drunk on your stench."

"Suffer through it, you twat, I'm going to throw up on you if you keep on pushing me away," Edmund threatened with laughter. He knew how she loathed contact from anyone but Lucian, and he pressed his advantage. "It's payback time for making me worry about you, so there!"

Lucian bit his bottom lip, hiding behind the desk again. His stomach was in knots, and he felt sick. What was wrong with him? He covered his ears, trying to distract himself from his thoughts.

The siblings became a bit too expressive over the years (thanks to Lucian) and it made his heart hurt.

Did it also feel this annoying when his father and mother were overly affectionate in front of him? He didn't remember it bothering him that much. He loved them both dearly, and was sure that if he had a sister, he'd be the same way with her.

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