“Please, Felix! Five minutes!” Annette was not above begging. She never was. It had become somewhat of a nightly routine for them, he supposed. Not that he would ever admit it.
“Fine.” He sighed, “five minutes.”
“Yay!” She squealed, burying herself into him.
He rolled his eyes but draped his arm around her anyway. In the safety of their shared room, there wasn’t any chance that someone else would see what she’d done to him. Though according to Sylvain yesterday…no. He wouldn’t think about that now. He could punch Sylvain’s face later. Instead, he would just enjoy the moment.
How many times had he lay in this room alone, thinking about her smile…the soft glow of her face as her eyes lit up when she was excited…the little scrunch of her eyebrows while she called him evil; how much time he had spent wondering what he did to deserve such a name…well, from her. He’d thought about how soft her skin would feel - and now knew it was silkier than he’d ever imagined. How many times had that damn swamp beasty song gotten stuck in his head? Swamp beasty, swampy beasty, lurking in the mud…damnit.
“Hmph.” Felix shook his head, a gesture that could be seen by her as him gently nestling his nose in her hair.
“Marry me.” The request came out easily; it too considered many times in this room.
She didn’t respond to him. While he logically knew she was asleep, a sharp anxiety stabbed his chest at the familiar thought that she might reject him. He pulled away slightly, unable to stop himself from checking her face.
As he did so, he disturbed her, enough that she yawned and stretched. She hummed as the yawn finished. She always did. Ridiculous.
“Are you awake?” It was a stupid question. Of course she was now, she was trying to find the warmth in his embrace again after pulling herself away briefly to pull her shoulders together.
“Mhm. Sorry, were you saying something?” She stifled another yawn. Just as he suspected.
“Yeah.” The familiar wave of relief crashed over him. “Your five minutes are up.”
Maybe just one more time.
