Chapter 91: Got That Answer Yet?

[AWUOR]

"Ruru, baby," Hawi began, not knowing how she was supposed to tell the excited woman that there were things she had to work on, things that didn't have to involve Rukiya this time. Or even that it was dangerous and Hawi was still going to go, even without backup.

"No backing out. I already have the outfits," Rukiya said, turning to Hawi with a scowl on her face, though it looked more of a pout than anything else.

She looked prettier and Hawi was honestly thinking of letting the world burn even just for a second so she could have more time with the woman in this room, but then she also knew that the stakes were a little high this time.

"Malika needs me," Hawi breathed out, and that got the attention of Rukiya.

She knew that Hawi wouldn't look so conflicted if it wasn't important. Rukiya had learned that Hawi and Malika were peas in a pod and if one needed the other then they would always show up for each other.

'Way to throw me under the bus woman,' Malika whined but this time, Hawi didn't pay attention to her. Instead, she was focused on the woman before her, the woman who was slowly understanding the possibility of everything that was Hawi and the situation at hand.

"Is everything okay? What happened? Do I need to prepare an army?" Rukiya asked worriedly, she had already put the outfits on the bed and was currently seated next to Hawi, on the couch.

The raw concern on her face made Hawi feel like maybe this woman was the best thing that had happened to her.

There was a lot that Hawi wanted to tell Rukiya, like how she had predicted that there would be hostels in the woods, but then she didn't want to worry Rukiya even more.

Maybe if she was overwhelmed, she would call for help, but until then, she was going to be out there and alone.

"Everything is fine. She says it's something to do with Jer—"

"Oh," Rukiya sighed defeatedly. She had been overthinking over the past few months and was always worried about what would happen to her if Hawi ever chose to give her bastard mate a chance.

This same woman had told her that she was going on a discussion with Malika, but what the hell was this about Rukiya not engaging?

"You're lying. What are you not telli—" Rukiya asked, but Hawi interrupted her with a trail of kisses on her neck and her shoulder.

She had wanted to do this for a long time, and with Rukiya's bare neck staring at her, Hawi figured it was the perfect chance, and Rukiya didn't disappoint. At first, when Hawi's lips made contact with her skin, Rukiya shivered.

She hadn't expected this, at all, but the more Hawi kissed, sucked, and nibbled on her neck, leaving tiny yet noticeable and possessive bite marks on her neck, the more Rukiya was sure she was never going to win this.

"Do you trust me?" Hawi asked sensually, before she roughly pulled Rukiya to her lap, so they were facing each other, their faces barely inches from each other, while Hawi's eyes were trained on her woman's lips.

Her hands disposed of the throw pillows, before she shifted Rukiya's position, gently laying her on the couch, as her left hand acted as a shield to stop Rukiya's head from hitting the couch so hard.

The distance between their faces had remained the same, their breaths hitching, as Hawi's right hand found its way under Rukiya's shirt, drawing circles on her abdomen like she was suddenly artistic.

"Fuck, you're wearing nothing under this shirt?" Hawi whispered huskily when she noticed how Rukiya's perched tits were poking the shirt she was wearing.

And all Rukiya could do was try to breathe, though that ended up with her lips dangerously closer to Hawi's.

"Ruru, baby, I'm gonna need to hear an answer from you," Hawi said against Rukiya's lips, ignoring her self-control that was hanging on a really thin thread.

"Do you trust me?"

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[A/N]

* I'm gonna be outside touching some grass on behalf of my inner fangirl lol.