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“It’s three more hours to sunrise. Do you really need to stay up this long for me?” that was what she blurted out as she looks at him, knuckle on his chin and elbow still over the table. The plate of herb chicken and potato wedges washed with a thin layer of olive oil and sprinkles of thyme looked cold from the distance yet she rushes herself towards him, noticing that he had been fighting back from falling into naps as his thin set of lashes flutters ever so lightly, anyone who barely knows him at this level of proximity would not realize that small set of movements at all. The broken promise of the sweet lady that she will be home sharp at eight for dinner ended up to two o clock past midnight yet Sylus is still there.
“I want to make sure, that, my favourite miss hunter… eats.”
No matter how most people sees him as somewhat either a danger or a threat, he can be the opposite. Esecially after the very moment where they succeeded to resonate their Evol, she finally felt the warmth Sylus has deep down inside his soul. His appearance sets fear in those who tried to threat him, but now you yourself knew… he’s actually a sweetheart, it’s just not really shown much. Plus, he works in the N109 zone so looking gentle by appearance wise wouldn’t really fit into his character right?
His elbow moved, though just for merely an inch; and with a swift movement she takes a hold on both of his hands. His posture now moving along and in just seconds, his forehead is gently pressed over her chest; nose nuzzling against the fabric with a comforting hum showcasing his adoration on how the hold makes him feel at that very second. Her calloused hand, proof of how much her works ended up making her hands to be less delicate to be held lovingly, now strokes his thick lock of grey hair. This act done by Sylus is his most vulnerable self yet because he knows he can be at his lowest yet he will be saved and more importantly
He will still be loved by her, even in this kind of situation.
“I’ll eat, promise. But right now…” her words comes to a halt as she leans down to give a light kiss over his head, slowly going down to his temple and ending the pair of plush lips over both eyelids of his. “Let’s get you to sleep first, leader of Onychinus. I can’t have you getting sick or Mephisto might as well caw at you with that disapproving tone.”
“I’m not going to fall sick-”
“shush. Come. Let’s get my strong, fierce man over here, for a short rest.”
“The chicken-”
“I’ll eat it. Pinky promise.”
Pinkies of hers and his now entwined, the sizes differs by a lot. Hers looking so small in his grasp yet that view is what both of them loved seeing every time they held hands. Never in her wildest dream she would end up with someone she once viewed as the biggest threat, the highest ranked enemy that she should be careful on having encounters with.
She’s smitten by his acts of love so hard, that any suggestions of separating from Sylus will be responded with a firm refusal, a straightforward no is the only possible option to be mouthed.
“Alright, I believe in you. So…”
Sylus, now standing up in all his might, in one swift motion; crouched down to scoop her into his arms, causing her to yelp a little by surprise as she automatically wrapped her arms over his neck. Damn the muscle memories. That oh so familiar smirk is now on his lips, with his crimson right eye flicked into a wink. Did he not fall asleep just now? And as he held her close, their lips now pressed with one another; with his free hand running his thumb over her cheek now turning slightly warm from the touch. Slowly she started to giggle instead as he brings both of them to his, no, their bedroom. Ever since they first met, everywhere she enters in his mansion belongs to her too. Its now his and hers. Theirs.
“I’m hungry too, truly. But not for food right now.”
Fuck. She should have noticed his sneakiness from the beginning. The doorknob turns open as Sylus flicks his finger as he usually does most of the time. She knows well if this is how things will go now, might as well just go with the flow. Plus, it’s difficult to satisfy not just his part of physical needs but also hers. Damn the energy manipulation, damn it to the top. With each seconds ticking, one by one of the pieces from her uniform clinks as each of it falls and hits the floor while Sylus kept flicking his fingers. Oh well…
“But you need your rest, Sylus. I don’t care, you’ve been awake for a whole day now.” And the last thing she would ever hear from him at this point is a huff. A rather, sulky tone of a huff as he places her down at the edge of the bed; left only in her shirt and undergarments while the tall male still fully clothed in the same suit you seen him through your phone during morning as he made his usual morning video call to her. And the amount of wrinkles on his shirt showing how it was not changed yet with layers and lines made of sweat so visible. He still haven’t washed himself? Soon enough her fingers starts pulling on his earlobe, expecting a wince from him but not even a reaction is shown. And with his hands now peeling his shirt off, showing the majestic glorious figure; the pack, the lean body of his that easily makes her chuckle, liking the view with the glimmering lights of the bedroom matching the growing mood. “If you don’t sleep, I’ll refuse you for the whole week. No excuse, and none of the energy manipulation of yours-”
“one week is too long.” A guttural sigh is uttered.
“that is only if you don’t listen to what I say right now.”
There they are, both half exposed. With him pressing her down to the bed trapping her in between his pair of long legs, both knuckles pressing the other pair while breaths of both going ragged as the tension growing more, merely inches apart.
“sleep. That’s my order to you, leader.”
He paused, and for a moment he was thinking, before nodding with a defeated smile as he releases her hands from his hold yet still trapping her underneath him. And instead of doing any sort of teasing, he wrapped his arms around her; turning her around as he now spoons her. Her back pressed over his chest, his legs entwined with hers, his lips lightly pressed on the back of her head with hums indicating his liking over the situation. He didn’t even sneak down his long fingers down on her thighs too though the chance is evident right that very second. Repetitively he kisses the back of her head before he continues to speak.
“I will obey your words for tonight, my sweet miss hunter. Only because I know I won’t be able to handle the inability to devour you for a whole week. Even two days would feel like a millennia.”
Finally, the ever so strong, fierce, feared man in the N109 zone complied to her words while she lightly massages his palm with her thumb and index finger to soothe the said male. It’s rather a sort of muscle memory of hers to do such small gesture when she knows he is listening well to her pleads and requests. These small gestures makes the warmth of his to linger into her even more. In this cozy space of their bedroom, he’s warm. And loving. And rather… cute.
“Let’s sleep then, Sylus. I can still eat the meal later.” She whispers to him, and she can tell he was shaking his head in disapproval as the satin pillowcase and his hair grazes against each other. “Then it would not be a dinner anymore. Not even supper. But a leftover meal of the night before.”
She turns her head slightly to look at him despite the position of hers in his firm hold, trying to seal his lips with a kiss but missed by a mere inch landing them on his chin instead, making him chuckle in amusement of her action.
“Your rest matters more in this situation, love.”
Sylus’s breath clearly hitches as the last word gets said, making him smile warmly at the endearment mentioned. With his two digits he tilted her chin up to gently kiss her, giving her the same familiar fluttering feeling in her chest and tummy every time he does it. No matter how long it has been now that they kissed and done more than that, she would always feel the same tingles. Always. Almost a minute reaching and Sylus himself withdraws from the kiss while his gaze focuses into her orbs with emotions radiating all over the room.
“alright then. Please, can you accompany me to sleep right now, my sweet love?”
She quickly nods as her final answer and soon enough Sylus shifts himself, making sure she is now facing towards him, and his face pressed over her chest while layering both of her hands over his head and his shoulder. Cuddling in this position has given her the opportunity to trap his torso with her legs now. Minutes now passed and Sylus barely uttered any other words, her humming is still resonating as her way of lulling him to sleep. It always worked, even if he’s such a dominant type of male. A bluff if he ever said he does not need any lullaby because apparently her humming, the said lullaby made by her, could get him to lightly snore in mere minutes. The head, leader of a syndicate, the feared Sylus, falls asleep with lullabies. Such vulnerability would sound impossible to outsiders but yet here they are.
She wraps up her fingers over his hair and lightly tug his head, and plants down a kiss on his forehead and with a smile she muttered ever so lovingly to his ears
“sleep well, my love. Morning is coming. I’ll meet you again by sunrise.”