Another day in the life of Akiva-Jaydi, or just AJ. She doesn't always hunt for men, you know. There are some other things she loves doing... one of them is dancing. But not only that.

Another way to win her heart is to be the secret admirer never to be seen, but always to send a special gift...

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Stretching and arching her back until her body was almost forming a perfect cycle, Akiva was humming to herself. She had had a great day... not to forget a great night, which made her lips curl into a wicked smirk. Something not staying hidden from Serena, her aunt and teacher when dancing.

"Having had an acceptable night, I assume?" the elder female laughed, having drawn the right conclusion. "You can bet on that, Auntie. The company wasn't only hot, but tasty, too." Shaking her head with a light chuckle, Serena stretched herself with a flexibility to be envied. "You didn't eat a vampire again, did you?"

Akiva shook her head, then hummed to herself as she made some light moves, her body moving with elegance. "Luckily for the vampire, there was a wolf to be handled, too. Otherwise, this certain bloodsucker might have ended up with several litres less blood."

Serena smirked, changing into a handstand with a single, flowing motion. "You know you should be more careful around the vampires. You might make the same mistake twice; any time, that is." Akiva shrugged her shoulders, yawning and stretching in content. "I only once messed the whole hotel room with guts and blood. I swear I never again made the same mistake."

Sighing with a smile, the elder female got onto her feet again, brushing one hand through the soft waves of Akiva's hair. Serena's black strands were braided and shimmered slightly silver, while Akiva's hair was almost too dark to reflect any light. "You still should watch out. You might have incredible strength, but you should rely on this and this if thing become ugly."

With these words, Serena had tapped her fingertip against Akiva's temple and the young female's chest, making the little beauty snicker. "You're worrying too much, Auntie. I'd never prefer my strength over my mind."

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After the dancing lesson, Akiva felt exhausted and refreshed at the same time. Humming the melodies of the tunes still, she bound her hair into a high ponytail, letting half of it splay around her shoulders softly. She again had received flowers, from an unknown admirer.

Smiling to herself, she picked up the vase, nuzzling her nose into the flowers and taking a deep breath, inhaling the wonderful scents. That surely was a thoughtful admirer... always buying such delicate flowers. But never any bad surprises, so Akiva assumed it was a... well, shy one.

Stroking along the petals of a subtly smelling orchid, Akiva leaned against the wall, smiling like in trance. She loved being given attention, no doubt about that, and if it happened in the rough, direct way or in such a sweet, slow approach, she didn't care. It just showed her there was a shy someone out there wanting to give her a nice present.

"Your secret admirer again?" Serena asked with a smile as she noticed how enchanted her niece seemed to be by the wonderful little gift. "As it seems, yes. I wonder who is sending me those flowers all the time." Serena shrugged her shoulders, giving Akiva a close hug and a swift kiss on the cheek before leaving the younger female on her own.

Pretty soon, Akiva was back in the dancing studio, the vase now standing on the floor in the middle of the room, while she was humming and softly gliding across the wooden floor, completely absorbed with smelling on the flowers and wondering who was sending her those little gifts. Was it really a secret admirer? She barely could imagine so.

Orchids, lilies, daisies, roses, tulips... It always is a different combination, with other colours and other fragrances. As if there was someone trying to find out which mix I like the best. Smiling to herself, Akiva sat down next to the vase, then laid back on the floor until her hair and her long, slender limbs were sprawled out on it, while the fragrances of the flowers caressed her soul.

No matter if a secret admirer sent them or anyone else, she was happy about receiving them. The flowers never failed to cheer her up, or rise her mood even higher. As if the one sending them wanted to see her flying higher than anyone else. Which pretty much happened any time she was enveloped by the mix of the subtle fragrances.

Humming to herself, her legs crossed, Akiva picked a rose from the vase, smiling as she kissed the petals. I will find you, stranger. And then, I will find out all about you. Smiling to herself, Akiva dozed off, with a serene smile only flowers could get out of her. Or maybe the aftermath of a good night... but that would be an other story.