“I’m positive that’s something I should worry about,” I say. It’s later in the day, and we’re back in our room. I watch as White locks the door with what seems like a hundred locks. “But I just can’t bring myself to care at the moment.”

White’s ears twitch at my admission, belying his stress, but he doesn’t comment.

When he comes further into the room and stands before me, I smile at the look in his eyes. He takes my hand and wraps it within his fingers before placing it upon his chest.

“Tell me,” he begins, looking deep into my eyes, “what would you say if I told you I love you?”

I grin.

“Can I be a dork, and tell you my answer would be ‘I know’?”

White looks at me in confusion, and I laugh, waving the look away, before kissing him on the cheek.

“I want to be good and pure.” He looks down at our joined hands where they rest against his chest. “But I’m not. I would try though . . . for you.”

I place a kiss against his fingers before meeting his molten silver eyes.

“Don’t change who you are, White. You don’t need to. I want you exactly how you are, darkness and all.” I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips against his in a chaste kiss. “And I would tell you that I think I love you, too.”

His eyes light up at the admission.

“It’s okay if you aren’t sure,” he whispers. “But I would stop time just to sit in this moment with you.”

Those are the sweetest words I’ve ever heard, and–dammit!–I can feel my eyes misting again. When did I become so sappy? Seriously, this is getting ridiculous.

I press a kiss against White’s chest.

“That’s probably the most beautiful thing the White Rabbit could say to me,” I whisper. “Also, I stink, so it’s kind of ruining the moment.” I laugh at his bemused expression. “Really! I need a shower.”

“You took one before we met with everyone,” he reminds me.

“And I laid in a bed for a week. Excuse me if I want to take a bunch of showers.”

I step away and rifle through my backpack, pulling out a t-shirt and spreading it out on the bed. White studies it for a moment before he laughs.

“Is that a T-rex in a lab coat?”

“Yes, it is,” I reply happily. It’s one of my favorite shirts. The T-rex is mixing two beakers together, and the words “I’m doing science” run across the top of the shirt. It’s pure gold.

“Did you happen to bring your lab coat with you?” he asks suddenly.

I grin.

“No, I didn’t think I’d need it.”

“I’m definitely bringing one back for you when I go.”

I pull White towards me and wrap my arms around him.

“One of your fantasies?” I tease. He leans down and runs his lips across my neck. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and I hook one leg around his waist.

“I have many,” he whispers against my neck.

“Oh?” I close my eyes at the sensation, holding him tightly.

“There’s one where you experiment with chocolate as you lick it from my–”

“Okay, okay,” I laugh. “Any others?”

He straightens and pulls me towards the bathroom, stopping in front of the large shower.

“Didn’t you say you were dirty?” His fingers reach for the hem of my shirt. I hold my arms up and let him tug it free, before his long fingers go for the button of my jeans.

“I did,” I reply.

My voice is husky, and I bite my lip as he pushes the pants down my legs. His eyes take in my nerdy underwear–Pokémon today–and a small smile tugs at his lips. My own fingers begin working on the buttons of his waistcoat, revealing his defined chest little by little until I’m able to push it from his shoulders. I stroke my fingers against his hardness over his leather pants, and he sucks in a breath.

“Do you plan on cleaning me, or making me dirtier?” I purr. I’m really not that sexy, and I’m certain it sounds nothing like I imagine, but White growls anyways.

“How about both?”

He reaches inside the shower and turns on the water, hot steam immediately rolling from inside. Hastily, we both remove the rest of our clothing and step inside, the hot water soaking into my skin and plastering my hair to my head like a drowned corpse. It only makes White look sexier, water droplets dripping from the strands of his white hair.

His hands snake around me and tug me into his body, holding me close even as his hand slips down, down, down between us. My breath stutters as he finds my nub and strokes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his lips trailing along my neck when my head tips back. “I want to take you away and hole up with you.”

“Holing up sounds good,” I rasp, earning a husky chuckle from him.

His mouth trails down further before latching onto my nipple, sucking hard. I groan when his fingers move against me, stroking through my gathering wetness. My own fingers wrap around his length and pump. He hisses through his teeth, before turning me around and plastering against my back. My hands immediately brace against the glass of the shower as his palms cup my breasts.

“Naughty,” he chides, kneading my flesh. “Trying to gain the upper hand.”

“Is this where I should call you Bunny?”

That earns me a sharp bite on my shoulder that he immediately takes the sting away from with his tongue. I grind my ass against him in response.

“Was that supposed to discourage me?” I chuckle. “Bunny Rabbit.”

He lifts my right leg suddenly and braces it against a foothold on the glass. I stare down at it in confusion for a moment before his fingers spread my cheeks.

“Keep saying it,” he growls in my ear before his teeth latch onto my lobe and suck.

“Bunny Rabbit,” I say without hesitation.

I feel his length press against me from behind, barely touching, teasing.

“Bunny Rabbit,” I say again, as his hand grips my hip hard.

I feel his chest rumble against me at my words, and his hand moves from my hip to my neck gently, as he turns my head.

“Say it again,” he demands as our eyes meet. His are so bright that they glow like stars. His hand squeezes the barest amount, reminding me to speak.

“My Bunny Rabbit,” I whisper.

He slams inside me, and I cry out in pleasure at the suddenness, my fingers seeking purchase against the glass. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, instead drawing out before pressing back in again, hard enough that I can hear the slap of our skin over the sound of the shower.

“You’re the only one allowed to call me that,” he growls in my ear as he pumps inside me. He makes his point with a sharp thrust, and I cry out against the glass, pleasure taking over my body. “Say it again.”

“Bunny!” I scream, and he rewards me with another sharp thrust, and his fingers at the juncture between my thighs.

“Again!” he growls, pumping harder. His fingers squeeze at my throat, his other hand spreading me wider and pulling my hip back towards him. He doesn’t pause his relentless pace.

“Bunny!” I cry, my body winding higher and higher under the onslaught.

“Fuck!” he snarls, pulling from me and yanking me around before lifting me by my ass and slamming inside me again, the glass at my back. I immediately wrap my arms around his neck as he takes my lips in his, his tongue sweeping inside to conquer me. I thread my fingers into his hair before wrapping around the base of his ear and gently squeezing. His thrusts grow stronger at the touch, and I gasp into his mouth, my body arching of its own accord.

“Shine for me, Little Inferno. Explode and burn with me.” His voice is so deep it’s practically one long growl as I cry out with each thrust. I’m full and complete, and I can’t help it as I wind tighter and tighter around him. “Say it again.”

I grab hard onto his ear and meet his eyes, my own hooded with desire.

“My Bunny,” I snarl.

His growl matches my own as his mouth drops to my shoulder, and he bites down. I explode, screaming my release for it to echo around the glass room. He thrusts hard against me, his rhythm erratic as he reaches his own release. We’re both breathing hard, the hot water pounding against us as we take a moment to calm our heart rates.

White chuckles against my skin, before kissing the place he marked.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, chuckling with him.

He meets my eyes, laughter shining so bright in his.

“I never thought I would see that day when I actually wanted someone to call me a bunny.”

I kiss him, happy to give him something to laugh about.

“Any time, Bunny Boy,” I say against his lips.

He kisses me back deeply, before grabbing the soap and helping to clean my body. When he’s done running his hands in naughty places, I do the same for him. We watch as the bubbles flow down the drain.

“So, what now?” We step from the shower, but before I can reach for a towel, White wraps me in his arms. There’s wicked delight in his eyes as he glances down before tugging me towards the bedroom. He grins before he speaks, and I answer with my own smile.

“Follow the White Rabbit, Little Inferno,” he teases, “and you’ll find out.”