The Adventures Of Plushia

Episode 2: the tent

Y/n pov:
"So... what do you wanna do?" I tap my fingers on my knees. I can feel sweat falling down my neck.
"Well, I know I've only just met you, but something in me is saying that you should be... mine, in a way?" He looks at the sand and fiddles with him moustache. I stare at him, dozens of thoughts racing across my mind.

"Perhaps it's a premonition... you know, seeing as you are the Cardinal of the satanic church, it would make sense you have some sort of foresight power..." I mumble. He stands up,brushing down his red robes. I hear a crunch of footsteps as he slowly makes his way towards me.
"Mi amour," he gently touches my cheek, looking deep into my eyes. I look back, staring into crimson eyes so dark they might as well be black, "I feel it. Deep inside of me. So please, trust me."

He presses his lips to my forehead, so carefully as if I might break from his touch. My heart is pounding and I can feel my stomach churning. A warm feeling rises in my belly. It's... comforting. He pulls back, gently caressing the side of my body.

"Now, should we set up a tent? I'm sure you have something in that bag of yours." He laughs to himself. I don't know what to do.
I think I'm in... love? With this fuggly ass man?

Some time passes and the tent is up. We are huddled shoulder to shoulder in a 2 man tent that definitely wouldn't fit 2 grown men in it. Plushia starts to him a tune. It sounds familiar; comforting.
"What's that song?" I ask, stroking his hand with my pinky finger.
"Just an old tune my papa used to sing." He looks like he's in a daydream. I sigh and rest my heavy head on his shoulder. He smells like sand and axe body spray, but content, like a warm breeze on a fall day. My eyes start to feel heavy and before I know it I'm asleep.

I wake up alone, sunlight beaming through the tent walls. The heat hits me like a brick and I struggle out of my sleeping bag.

"Ah! My love you are awake." Plushia pops his head through the door of the tent. "How did you sleep?"
I yawn and run my hands through my hair. "Good, thanks."
"Do you remember last night?" He blushes softly, grabbing my hand.
"Ugh I was so tired, it's all a blur." I rub my eyes.
"Oh dear, I must've taken it too far..." he sighs.
"Wait I do remember you, holding me close to you. I remember the feeling of being wanted..." I start to trail off. He blushes even more.
"Oh boy, is it hot in here or something?" He takes his hat off and I see his ruffled fluffy hair. He starts lighting a little fire to boil some water on.
"You're so cute like this." I mumble. He stops abruptly, face bright red. Suddenly, in a flurry of heat, he pins my hands above my head.
"Mi Bella, I can't take it anymore." He runs his slender fingers down my side and I let out a little moan. He starts to nibble on my neck.
"Is this ok?" He whispers in my ear. I nod. He slowly starts to unbutton my shirt, getting lower and lower before pulling it off, revealing my chest/bra.
"You're so beautiful." He growls, kissing above my collar bone. I feel extremely hot, like stupidly hot. I can tell he does too. I look behind him and scream. A roaring flame gleams back at me, engulfing the left side of the tent. He whips his head back so fast I'm scared it might fall off (😏). He gets up in a heartbeat, dragging me behind him. We run out the exit of the tent, flames licking our backs. Panicked tears are running down my face and I struggle to breath.
"Hey, hey you're ok, I'm here." Plushia wraps his solid arms around my waist. "We're ok. I'm sure the ghouls will find us any second, as I called them last night with your phone after you fell asleep." He whispers into my ear, stroking my hair. "Follow my breathing ok?" He breathe in and out for me, and I try to calm down, gulping air into my lungs.

This man is gonna be the death of me.