Chapter 63 - Sixty-one

The moment I open the door sideways I'm engulfed by the delicious smell of freshly made food. Already salivating I walk in slowly, waiting for Leo to catch up with me as I open yet another door to the main room where everybody was chitchatting, already sitting on the ground at the small table, their legs crossed underneath it or to the side with the food already served.

To the side there was a hole on the wooden floor made of stones with a fire in it illuminating and warming the place up, a pot hanging on top of it where the food had been made.

I was about to enter when someone grabs my hand and pulls me back in the hall, away from peering eyes. There was only one person who could have pulled me back so I wasn't surprised when I meet a pair of golden eyes.

"Y-yes?" I say, already aware of what might be bugging him, acting all innocent with a smile on my face, though his body so close to mine made my heart accelerate and my brain lose some of its functionality.

Leo just stares me down for a while, as if searching for something in my face, especially between the curve of my lips…

He starts to ever so softly rub his thumb on my hand when he chuckles, his bright smile stunning me as he brushes his hair back, giving me a full view of his arm flexing up with the movement, only to bring more of his godly face to view.

"I was just curious about what made you… change your mind that quickly." I shrug, giving to temptation and brushing a loose lock of his hair over his pointy ear, feeling like I'm holding a piece of sunray between my fingers.

"Maybe I just thought that if someone was up to endure my stubbornness for so long and still want to be by my side I might as well give that someone a chance…"

"Oh, is that so… What a lucky person that one must be…"

"Uhum, indeed, after all I'm very, very difficult to get."

"I can image…" He says, slowly approaching inch by inch with every word he says, to the point where our noses were touching and our warm breaths mixing midair.

"Once more thing though…" I hum at that, not trusting my voice right now. "How about a real sealing kiss and not a teasing one?"

"Oh, so y-you are not up to teasing?" I say, embarrass by this flirting, but stubbornly wanting to retort his advances, unstably teasing back and flirting to being fl.u.s.tered and embarrassed.

Oh God I felt like an unstable puddle of nerves with an electric current passing through.

This was a dangerous game I was playing.

But I'm used to danger.

He smirks, so close to my face that I could almost feel the muscles of his face moving. "So that's a yes?"

He starts closing in, but I stop him by putting one finger over his lips, not wanting him to have things so easily.

"Haven't you have enough kisses for today? I think you may overdose if I give you any more…"

"Never, I would never have enough of you…"

"Oh really?" I said, happily teasing him, realizing how fun it was to poke the lion wich a short stick. My turn. "But I don't know, I think is too quick, don't you think? You said so yourself, that you would follow my pace…"

He narrows his eyes, aware of my teasing as I use his words against him, but I knew by the glint of his eyes that all this situation amused him, in a good way.

"But…" I trace my finger down his face, drawing his jawline and neck, his smooth warm skin giving me a peaceful wholehearted sensation at the same time that it intensified the electric current that seemed shudder in me with his mere presence.

"God you smell so nice…" I unconsciously say, earning a low chuckle from him.

"But…?" He reminds me, his velvet voice elongating the words, as I continue:

"But if you insisted, let's say, a lot, I may or may not give in…or ask very, very nicely… or even-" I say but all my confident teasing fades into fl.u.s.tering as his gaze turns intense, full of l.u.s.t, making my heart skip a beat and my body shiver, clenching my teeth as my mind went blank.

"You look so s.e.xily cute flirting with me…" He says, making me frown my forehead with the use of "cute" to define me;again"; but relax next as he approaches, his breath tickling my face, his low voice resonating far, far to close:

"It's making me want you so much right now…"

I gulp down, biting my lips as my body starts to warm up over my lower abdomen, and somehow I find my voice to say:

"So…are you insisting?" I didn't need to ask twice as he gets to work, his body covering mine in a protective way that I somehow found very comfortable as his soft lips have their way with mine, his fingers cupping my chin and bringing my face up and closer.

Oh my what was I thinking when I allowed myself to have this relationship? Worst even, to provoke this beast?

Definitely was not thinking about it right now.

I taste him vigorously, unable to do nothing beyond feeling and enjoying the moment, his warmth and taste, his musky smell so close to my nose, until our lips reluctantly separate when we run out of breath, panting as we stay close in an almost hug, a strange yet comfortable and intimate silence, like a place for only the two of us, where words were unnecessary and yet a lot was said.

Leo, however, had to provoke me back for all the teasing by sneaking his hands on my exposed belly, his long fingers tracing hot tingling lines over my skin, making me clench my teeth as soon as I realize that I was about to react to it.

One look at his face however tells me he is doing this on purpose, making me frown and bite my lips, slapping his hand away and giving him a playful punch on the shoulder as a low chuckle escape his lips, sending my body on fire and rising goosebumps all over.

Oh my God what just happened? What we just did? I-I, we-…

And yet, beyond all… I feel I can get used to this.

Someone drops a cup inside the room, probably Ragnur with his beverage, bringing us back to reality; not before an exchange of knowing looks as he squishes my hand one more time before letting go and entering the room.

I felt stupid for missing him already, the lack of the warm of his body, of his hand, of his breath, making me realize just how cold the night was.

Stupid, silly me, don't get all giddy now will ya?

And yet I could not stop a goofy smile of my own to spread over my lips as I walked in to have dinner. My stomach made his opinion known by growling loudly, making me go to the table were my brother waved for me to sit beside him, my food already prepared for me.

"Come on brother! The food will get cold, and they put so much effort into it to go to waste!"

I sit down beside him, one leg up in a very comfy position as Leo sits in front of me, already nibbling his food with an innocent look on his face, faking interest in something the younger twin brother was saying, but his eyes were clearly on me.

That widens my stupid goofy smile, adding a blush too, so for the sake of my sanity I turn towards my brother only to see a lot of drinks in front of him and a Ragnur on the side filling his mug.

"What? You are drinking now? If I remember correctly you didn't like the taste of alcohol…"

"Yeah I don't, but Ragnur couldn't get over the fact that we don't get drunk so he challenged me to a duel."

That's…stupid. And totally something Ragnur would do.

"Who is winning?"

"Well…"

He leans back to show me Ragnur's state, and the ginger dwarf was almost missing his own mouth, smelling of alcohol and having it all over his beard.

I turn my nose in disgust, but try to make it subtle by scratching it.

I better focus on my food, I soon realize as my eyes go back to the bowl in front of me, only me and Leo hadn't eaten yet.

It was a stew with a brownish tick appearance, as well as some round big meats coated on celery, salt, pepper, onions and carrots, looking very tasty and smelling really great. I take the wooden spoon and have a sip of the broth, licking my lips for the aftertaste, just to munch down on the meat and have the pure bliss of a tender juicy meat melting in my mouth, bringing forth all the seasoning's taste.

"Did you like it?" Asks Leo in front of me as I cover my mouth to nod and say, still chewing:

"You did this? Is amazing! Where did you find the ingredients?" I say, taking another bite of the divine meat with little to no taste of fat.

"There is a garden in the back where most ingredients came from, though some I had on my own, plus there was a carrot garden with tons of rabbits roaming around already big and chubby as a pig, probably for years without predators around."

"Uhm… "I hummed, too enticed by the food to continue talking. Leo starts eating too, with the elegance that only a noble breed like him could muster, plus his tall and board back from his elven heritage makes him even more celestial.

I eat another serving, and once I'm satisfied I feel drowsy and warm with the freshly made food, looking beside me only to see that the competition still went on.

Ragnur Ragnur, are you stupid or are you just searching for excuses to drink more now?

I think the latter as he drinks straight from the bottle, motioning my brother to do the same. Is a trick of the light or my brother seems a little bit red on the cheeks?

Nah, impossible, we don't get drunk; I mean, how much alcohol would be needed for us to get drunk if we had furnaces in our bellies? The drink just turns into vapor, literally, which usually makes the other around us drunk from it.

"Brother, don't you think is enough?" I ask, more worried about the surrounding people than the prospect of him getting drunk as a thin mist could already be seeing from him drinking so much until now.

"Nah, I'-m… I'm good…Oh, brother, can you do that?"

"That?"

"Yeah, that! We even have a fireplace here! Is just perfect! And with a good meal will only make it better…"

"Well…"

"Please~"

"Sure, sure, I'll do it." I say, stealing a glance to the confused others and seeing the effects of the drink already taking its tool.

That will end badly…

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Hey yo!

So, I was in doubt for a while if this chapter was out for character for Thilgon, so I analyzed him and I hope you guys agree that it isn't; how? Well, Thilgon is stubborn and a sore loser, doesn't step back from a challenge, so when Leo keeps teasing him his first instinct is to tease harder (like, if you push me I will push you harder).

But, well, if you poke a lion with a short stick…

So when things get serious his tsudere side comes to life and he tries to run away or starts to get fl.u.s.tered.

That's what I think at least hehe ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

So… enjoying the story so far?

Oh, and a new story next week! From the surviving series!

B-bye~~

Ps. Fighting against a writer's block that I feel want's to come, fight on, fight on! Well, after 9 months writing one chap per week nonstop it took some time to appear :C