"I never pictured you as someone that liked kids... or reads books." Lady Syria said.
"I know right?! I don't look like someone who would but I think part of it is how my body developed while fighting in the war. I think if I kept up my reading habits I may have had my brother's body type but at the same time I don't think it's so bad begin this strong. At least I was able to save my brother and survive." Calder said as he smiled brightly. Lady Syria's eyes started to drift downwards, they stopped moving the moment they caught a glimpse of Calder's chest.
His tight muscles were slightly exposed through the small gap of his white shirt. She gulped as she openly stared. Calder caught her gaze and smirked to himself. He shifted his weight and tried to inconspicuously make the gap bigger by pulling the fabric from the side. "Are you alright your highness? You seem to be squirming." Lady Syria asked as she tore her gaze from his chest to his face.
Calder flushed. He didn't think he would have been caught right away. "I'm feeling really hot and uncomfortable." Calder mumbled as he averted his gaze. "Do you want something to drink then?" Lady Syria asked. "N-no thank you. I'm not thirsty." Calder replied. "I can remove some of the blanket?" Lady Syria suggested.
"N-no need!" Calder said loudly then he got a great idea. "I think I know what might help." Calder said and he brought both hands to his shirt, dragging Lady Syria closer to his side, refusing to let her go. "So much better." Calder sighed as he ripped his shirt apart. Lady Syria's jaw dropped. Not only did Calder make himself half naked but the back of her hand was directly touching his bare chest.
She didn't know what to do. She wanted to pull her hand away and run right out of the room but her promise was keeping her there. She needed her reward more than anything and holding Calder's hand was more pleasant then she thought it would be. She brought up her gaze from Calder's nakedness to his face. "Can I sit back down?" She asked.
Calder didn't know what to do. Lady Syria looked so cute staring up him with her shaky eyes. "Are you tired?" Calder said in a low, husky voice. A chill ran down her whole body. "A little bit." Lady Syria admitted as Calder watched her lips move as she said every word. "Then lay down." Calder said as he let go of Lady Syria's hand and pulled her on to the bed.
"Your highness?!" Lady Syria protested but Calder just sighed as he wrapped his arms around her body. "It's okay, shh, just take a small nap. No one is going to bother us for at least another hour." Calder said gently. "That's not the problem! I'm, we, I can't be in this bed!" Lady Syria shouted in a panic. "Sure you can. You can take a quick nap, I will wake you up in half an hour and if someone does walk in they can't complain because you are still helping me." Calder explained.
"How am I helping you?" Lady Syria asked. "I'm not sure. I don't know why I feel energized when we hold hands and even now I feel even better like this. So it's fine, just go to sleep." Calder said shamelessly as he laid his cheek against the top of her head. "Y-your highness!" Lady Syria protested again but Calder's breathing started to slow down. She tried to look up but Calder's head was keeping her in place.
She waited a few more minutes then heard a soft snore. She wanted to facepalm herself but Calder's strong arms held her in place. With a heavy sigh she stopped struggling. She looked around with her eyes and found herself drawn to Calder's chest again. She remember how soft his skin was against her face despite how firm his body was. She licked her lips and stared. The temptation was really great, she really wanted to lay her head on his chest.
Suddenly Calder moved, he rolled onto his back, pulling Lady Syria closer to his body. Lady Syria let out a small gasp and flushed. She was now on top of his chest. She didn't know what to do, her wish was granted but at the same time she didn't really want it. She placed her hands on top of his chest and tried to push away.
The moment her hands made contact, her eyes opened wide. It was so firm, so soft and so hot. She remembered their passionate night together and couldn't stop herself from wanting to touch him again. Soon her fingers started to glide over the tight line of his muscles.
Calder flinched. He could feel heat coming from the tips of her fingers as they touched his bare skin. The more she touched the more he could feel his lower half responding. "W-what a-are y-you d-doing?" Calder asked as his voice trembled. Lady Syria stopped she wasn't expecting to be caught. "I-I-I-I." She stuttered. "It's okay, shhh, just go to sleep now." Calder sighed with a breath of relief when she finally stopped. He then brought up his hand and stroked her head.
"Shh." He said in a hushed voice as he guided her head to her chest, unknowingly to her that she was just put into a sweetheart cradle. "Mmmh." Calder mumbled as he closed his eyes. Lady Syria could hear his breathing slow down again and the beating his heart. Calder sounded so peaceful and she felt comfortable. She couldn't fight nature any longer, she could feel her eyelids starting to get heavy.
Calder opened his eyes and listened closely. He couldn't help but smile, he used the same trick on his nieces and nephews. Whenever he had to babysit them and had a hard time putting them down for a nap. He figured out that if he simulated sleep they would fall asleep almost instantly. Nine times out of ten he would fall asleep himself after they fell asleep so he felt relieved that this was the one time he didn't.
He stroked Lady Syria's head, her hair felt so soft under his touch. When she didn't stir he started to feel a little braver. He leaned in closer and placed a sweet kiss on the top of her head. The moment his lips left her head his heart started to pound loudly against his chest. Once wasn't enough. He looked at her sleeping face and gulped.
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