Sarit
I looked over to see two elders I presumed to be Chada's parents. They looked very easygoing as his father pulled his ear to drag him away from me. They were laughing, so I could clearly understand that whatever was happening wasn't actually distressing to my sunlight.
I couldn't help but feel on guard, though, as they teased him and removed him from my arms. I didn't like that feeling.
Dite had interrupted us before as well. It seemed this was a trait that ran in the family.
I watched them with wary eyes as the instinct to keep him near me was hard to suppress, but I shut my eyes and reminded myself that this was his family and I was overreacting. His parents looked over at me, sizing me up and observing my reaction. "Ohhhh, it's a cute one!" his mother said.
"I know, right? I thought that as well when I first saw him. He's a little feisty, but I have been working on getting him to like me," Dite quipped in a cheery voice.
I glowered at her a bit. I was curious about his family, but I was so tired right now. I still hadn't gotten any proper rest and I instinctively wanted Chada with me before I could sleep.
He sensed my unease and pulled away from his parents, earning smirks from them again as he walked directly to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me close. Shyness wasn't my trait, so I almost slipped a smile and glowed when he, this time around, was brave in claiming me. I felt my heart swell once more as our hearts were almost pressed together.
I liked that feeling.
His parents quietly observed this for a minute, exchanging glances with each other. "So, you're my future son-in-law," both of them said almost in unison.
I actually felt a wave of desire wash over me as butterflies filled my stomach against my will. "Crazy! As if I would ever mate, I mean marry him." They began to snicker at my words as my mouth twitched. So what if they're his parents? I wanted to smack them. I didn't, because they were important to him.
It seemed the both of them were exceptionally keen to tease me. They chattered nonstop, trying to get me to rest, call them mama and papa, and coaxing me to eat literally every little thing they could get their hands on.
I ended up feeling drowsy and leaning on Chada, the closeness as we sat filled me with a calmness.
He felt so warm and comfortable and I just wanted to float in that cloud. His parents noticed and finally said, "Oh, we can talk more when you've had some rest. You look like you've been through a terrible ordeal, child." I barely nodded groggily as Chada scooped me up in his arms, pulling me closer enough to him that Dite and his parents all cooed. "Mmph, your leg," I said, still worried.
"It's nothing, nothing in comparison to the privilege of getting to carry you," he reassured me while kissing my forehead. I tightened my arms around him and kissed the underside of his chin by his ear, not caring if his family saw us, which they most certainly did.
His family refused to let him walk on the leg, something I agreed with them on, and we settled for me walking to his room myself while supporting him on the contrary.
The door shut behind us with a small thud that reverberated in the quiet room.
We shared eye contact like that for a minute. I was taking in his every expression as he looked at me with a mixture of desire and soft longing. My feeling of peace and safety grew as he gently and slowly closed the space between us. "I love the feeling of your heartbeat underneath my fingers," he breathed in my ear, moving his hand over my chest as the other braced me to him as if even a second apart was unbearable.
I nuzzled his neck and whispered, "I'm sleepy." He immediately understood and changed course, allowing me that space to steady myself.
"You can wear my shirt," he said, pointing to a pile of clothes he'd haphazardly thrown over a chair.
I nodded and changed, letting my legs show. After all, I was safe with him. I slowly tucked myself under the covers and waited for him to join me. He approached carefully so he wouldn't disturb me and I patted the area next to me, making room. Sleeping in the same bed was like second nature now. I scooched just slightly so I could nestle as close as any being could, lying my neck in the crook of his arms.
I took in a deep breath, exhaling softly as I felt completely at peace in his embrace.
Chada whispered, "My beloved diva." I looked up at him, my eyes trailing to his lips. "Kiss me." That was all I said, and he took the initiative with my permission to entwine our bodies. I was already drifting off and he just patted the back of my head, stroking my hair.
"Whatever you ask of me I shall do," he quietly told me, letting me enter my first proper slumber in a long while.
I felt his heat against me in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes to see him shirtless with his arms tightly locked around me. I wasn't going anywhere, so why was he being so clingy?
I tried to resume my usual sassy way, but internally I was loving every moment he was possessive and clingy. I liked the feeling of him slowly getting more obsessive by the day.
I wasn't really sure what had gotten into me lately, the deep need to be near him and the pure euphoric feeling when I was. I was being all soft, something I needed to quit right away. It was also something I didn't want to quit.
He was completely asleep, only stirring to pull me closer when I shifted. I smirked, then slapped my cheeks lightly. "He can't see me smiling like this." I wanted my revenge for all the times he woke me up through inappropriate methods, so I leaned forward and bit his chest, feeling his abs up and down as he groaned and began to wake.
"What are you doing, you little imp?" he said, grabbing my wrists. "Poking the sleeping bear," I retorted in my usual flirting manner.
"Oh, you're going to regret enticing me now."