Entranced by his hands, his lips, his smile, Euphie grabbed hold of whatever she could in the small, dim hope of remaining in the position a while longer selfishly, childishly, she wished for the sun to still its rise, she wished she could lay there, clutching at Suzakuâs warmth forever â and maybe now, she could delude herself in thinking that were true. She took his affection graciously, felt her lips form in the small plea of want, but would be be asking for too much, and, would he only be obligated to give it? She wanted him to take the first step, she wanted him to indulge her, because this, this was always a welcome surprise.
Looking up at him, her hair sprawled about in chaotic fashion, uncontained, the curls draped against her flushed cheeks, covering her eyes, but her hands were too occupied to save her from them â her hands were innocently and tenderly brushing familiar brown hair, curiously memorizing lips, jaw, the upturn of a nose, the small hairs growing beside a brow. The longer she came to memorize his face, his body, his warmth, the faint scent wafting from him, the more she fell in love, in adoration for her knight, for her ⊠for Suzaku as a whole.
Her lips pulled up in a smile then, before she let out a light-hearted laugh â he said exactly what she wanted to hear. Even with the haunt of endless piles of paper, her sisterâs disapproving stare, the weight of all those hopes on her shoulders, well, she could forget here. Nuzzling farther into the crook of Suzakuâs neck, she pressed her lips against his nape, her words like a whisper on his skin. âMe too,â she admitted, her voice growing ever more quiet, âI want to stay here for as long as I can.â Peering out over his jaw with a sheepish gaze, her lips still remained hidden. âYouâre ⊠â She paused then, quickly embarrased, her gaze casted to the side. âYouâre comforting. I feel safe with you. I feel like ⊠we can do anything as long as weâre together.â
Puckering her lips, she suddenly realized how ridiculous that sounded, but it was already in the open â she held her breath, expectant for his reaction, for his reply, her eyes alight with a bit of shame and splashes of joy.
   Euphoria created by the small space between the two rushed through Suzaku--ecstasy pulsing through his veins. A smile dressed the knightâs features as he held the princess closer to him--engulfing every single ounce of her being into him as his hand dropped back to the small of her back whilst drawing light patterns on her shirt along the way. In this very moment, Suzaku felt as though if he were to let go, Euphemia would soon float out of his arms. With the thought implanted in his mind, the knight refused to untangle their entwined bodies; their hearts beating together as one. If this was the life that Suzaku would be able to have with the woman he loved, he would do anything just to make it stay this way.
    Emerald eyes gazed upon the princess as the knight drank in every single detail--her tousled pink strands, her ivory colored cheeks, her fatigued amethyst irises that stared back at his own--everything about the princess enticed Suzaku to Euphemia as his heart overflowed with admiration and adoration. Fluttering his eyes shut as the other memorized his face, the knight felt time freeze around him. The delicate caress of the pads of her fingers brought a slight chill throughout his body, causing him to tighten his grip around her. A warm smile breaking out onto his face as he took a deep breath--indulging himself in her intoxicating scent.
    Slowly opening his eyes, the knight found himself laughing at the otherâs actions; his body shuddering at the touch of her lips against his skin. His hand trailed back up to her long locks--intertwining his fingers with her strands as he adjusted himself to return her gaze; the corners of his lips turning upward into a smile. Suzaku felt his heart flutter at her words; his expression softening as he rested his forehead against herâs. The desire to keep her for himself burned bright within him--the overwhelming thought of giving her his everything--Euphemia constantly had that effect on him. With a light kiss pressed against the middle of her brow, Suzaku gathered enough strength to speak up; his voice unwavering,
âYour wish is my command, your highness.
With you by my side, I KNOW we can do any-
thing. Youâre my sword, and I, your shield. So
please, donât ever leave me.â
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