The time
spent in the Deep Roads has been difficult to calculate, but somehow and as we
expected, when we finally see the daylight again we realize we have skipped
Kyle’s birthday. Kyle says it doesn’t matter, that nobody cares after all… but
I know he’s lying-
“I will
organize a party for you”, I say, sticking my tongue at him. We’re back in
Highever, and I’m sure Ryan will be delighted with the idea. A pity Lirya isn’t around to celebrate it
though… I feel sad for a moment. A year ago she was still at those creepy
Inquisitor’s dungeons, and today she’s gone on her own to seek revenge on that
Orlesian woman. I sigh.
He stares
at me. “No working night youuu”, he pouts. He feels tired. And who hasn’t? Damn
deep roads, how manage those dwarves to live underground?
"Take
a day off" I tease him, because I didn’t mean what he thinks I mean, but I
think it is funny to follow the joke. "I will buy special lingerie"
"You
want to drain me?" Kyle stares with doubt.
I put an
innocent look. "Ooh, am I? You need a rest?"
"I do
need a rest!" he sigh, agreeing,
I lean down
and lick his nose. "All right. I'll let you rest. No sex for you
tonight", and I move back to get out of the room, bouncing my hips. I know
it always has an effect on him.
"Where
do you go?", he asks confused.
"Oh?
To sleep in the guest room, so you can rest” I reply with a smirk.
"What?
No. You sleep here. Don’t go", he demands. His authoritarian tone makes me
melt, but I try to resist. I stop and turn slowly towards him.
"Oh,
you sure?"
"Just
SLEEP. Cuddle", he commands.
"All
right, it works for me". I can’t help but smile. Months ago, a year ago, I
had to fight to be able to just SLEEP by his side, unable to face my demons.
Now the demons are gone… at a high price I sadly remember, but now it is him
who wouldn’t let me go. I feel warmth in my heart.
I walk slowly to his side and lean my head in his chest, purring. He rubs his chin over my head, takes one lock of my hair, and sniffs it. I snuggle in his arms.
I walk slowly to his side and lean my head in his chest, purring. He rubs his chin over my head, takes one lock of my hair, and sniffs it. I snuggle in his arms.
"So
let's go to bed?"
He makes a
pout, but it’s a trick.
"Yes!"
and tickles my armpit.
I laugh
"Hey!" and go to tickle his waist too. "You're a cheater!".
"Not
like you" he says, taking me and spinning me in the air. It makes me laugh
like a child.
"I'm
not cheating!! I was cuddling!", I protest between laughs. "You said
cuddling was allowed!".
He brings
me to the bed, laughing too, and embraces me in cuddling mode. I wonder if he will
resist my proximity, smelling my scent and feeling my skin… because I’m
starting to feel turned on by his. But it is true we need a rest, I say to
myself, and I decide to enjoy the feeling, relaxing and expecting to get asleep
in his arms. He glances at me from time to time, as if he expected me to harass
him, but I respect his need to rest , as he always respects my needs.
I look at
his smirk, amused, but behave meek as a sheep. He snuggles me like a puppy, and
again, he makes me laugh of pure bliss. I can’t resist, and sink my head in his
neckline and kiss his neck softly.
He runs his
fingers through my hair softly, with that adoration look he never loses… I look
at him dreamily, and suddenly I feel a pull when he gets stuck.
"Ouch!"
I complain.
"Sorry!",
he says concerned, untangling his fingers very smoothly not to hurt me. I hold
my hair from the root to help him, and when he finishes, I rub my scalp where I
feel the itch.
"Aww, it’s
nothing. But be more careful next time", I say with a smile. He leans to kiss
the tip of my nose and smiles too. "It's okey", I reassure him, kissing
his nose too.
"I want
to feel the love!", he says, gaze into my eyes, hands in my butt and my
nape.
I stroke
his cheek, thinking that that hand in my butt uncovers him. "Hey, what
happened with that "I need to rest tonight" thing?".
"No! I
mean... not about sex!", he protests, confused.
I rub my nose
against his and purr softly. "All right. I think it was your hand in my
butt which misled me"
His hand
quickly leaves my butt, disappointing me.
"Well
my bad, dear!", he says.
I take his
hand and put it back in place. "Don't worry. I like it there".
He strokes
my cheek from time to time , following my jawline and my nose with his fingers.
I can’t help leaving a moan out, and I stroke his arms at the same time, following
the line of his biceps. He makes a grimace, and I suddenly realize such a
simple caress is turning him on, so I stop it quickly.
"Okay,
sorry", I mumble, putting my hands on my back with a smile. He bites his
lips. "Seems like cuddle is enough to turn us on??” he says concerned.
Sure. His single touch makes my skin ache and long for more, even when he only
strokes my face. I rub my face against his.
"Because
you're so intoxicating", I reply with a smile. He blushes more, so I just
put my head under his chin and snuggle against him. "Let's stay like
this".
"I
see! Good night dear, in case you feel tired and get asleep before I can say
the wish". He drops a kiss on the top of my head and cuddles me as he used
to do many time
"The wish?" I ask, purring. "Which wish?"
"The wish?" I ask, purring. "Which wish?"
"That
you have sweet dreams", he whispers in my ear.
I smile
tender, and kiss his shoulder softly. "Sweet dreams to you too, my
love".
"Dream
without fear, love, without limit… I wish I were good enough for you", he
says almost to himself.
"You're
more than I deserve" I try to reassure him, but I’m so sleepy now I wonder
if he heard me.
My last
thoughts before meeting him in my dreams wonder again why he is still
afraid not to be good enough for me. If
he knew all the good things he did for me… how I feel alive by his side…
If he only
knew…
