When June kissed December (Completed)

Chapter 13

By the way Vegas's eyes are widened, Pete can surely judge how unexpected it was for him. The latter, on the edge of despair, adds:

"Do you think I should beg my husband for a kiss? All right. I'm begging you. Kiss me! Please!"

The alpha swallows several times, causing his adam's apple to twitch. Then he answers in a low but anxious whisper:

"How can such a flawless beauty beg for a kiss from such an ugly monster?"

Pete can't stand it. He cannot accept such cowardice. When your sincere feelings and desire to get closer are instantly burried. Biting his lower lip — just not to burst into tears right in front of him — the omega quickly assumes a sitting position and almost puts his feet on the floor, as the alpha's hands impulsively embrace him and hug tightly. Suddenly, there is a sharp jolt in Pete's stomach, somewhere in the diaphragm area, when his fingers dig into Vegas' shoulders, covered with pajama silk, and the alpha can't resist wrapping his palms even more tightly around his omega husband's back. Pete is so malleable under his hands, and the loud sigh he lets out when Vegas squeezes his arms goes all the way down his spine. Everything that he has been dreaming about for the last few days, everything that he hoped for and wished for, is concentrated there, and he does not know what to do with it, because he has asked for a kiss several times. And Pete... he just suffocates near these lips. And at that moment Vegas puts his fingers on his face, does not press them, but directs Pete. He tilts the head to the side and calms Pete's too frequent and heavy breathing with a special kiss. He does not capture Pete's lips with his own, but as if mentally divides the upper lip into three parts and slowly touches each of them, as if giving the omega time to get used to new sensations. He pulls back a little and looks at Pete's fluttering eyelashes with caring tenderness. He still holds the omega's face between the fingers, shifts his gaze to the upper lip wet from his innocent kiss, removes the sweat-soaked ends of Pete's hair stuck to the cheeks and temples. And returns to the mouth again, covering it with his own.

Pete is afraid that this is a deceptive dream. A false fantasy. But he does not dare to open his reflexively closed eyes. These moments of the first innocent intimacy with his husband are too dear to him.

And then he can snuggle on Vegas' chest and, pressing the ear to it, listen to his heart as if through a seashell. He cannot judge whether everything was as it should be. And who determines it? But Vegas' skin is warm and alive under the fingertips that still touch the alpha's neck. The tension in Pete's spine disappears. He doesn't see them, but he is sure that Vegas' eyes are now like the waters of the ocean, dark and tempting.

"At first I was very afraid that you would run away," Vegas's fingers are tangled in Pete's hair.

"To be honest... At first there were such thoughts, I could not come to terms with my new life. But now I know for sure: I will never leave you alone, Khun Vegas."

"Do I dare to hope that someday you will call me by my name?"

"Uh... give me some more time. I'll get used to it," Pete gently touches the scars along the cheekbones with the pads of his fingers: "Does it hurt when I touch you like this or lean my cheek?"

Vegas covers Pete's fingers with his palm and brings it to his lips to leave a warm kiss:

"The most painful scars are not on my face at all."

"And where are they?"

Vegas swallows and squints silently despite the surrounding darkness. But Pete realizes that something else is hurting his eyes. Then the omega moves a little higher and leaves a gentle kiss on the alpha's chest, right above the beating heart:

"Does it hurt less this way?"

The husband pats him on the back, saying with a smile:

"Sleep, my Pete."

"You too... Sweet dreams."

Vegas nods, kissing the edge of his forehead hair.

In the dead of night, Pete wakes up as if from a thud under his ribs. He is still lying on the chest of sleeping Vegas, but something akin to the wind blows over his back.

Maybe... the window has opened?

Quietly, so as not to wake his husband, Pete gets up and turns around, automatically drowning out the loud "Ah" with his palm.

Motionless, not at all alive, but still beautiful eyes. A semi-transparent floor-length tunic, behind which a very thin waist and slender hips are guessed. Pete is breathing fast and wants to scream, but his voice won't listen. The one standing next to their bed, as if frozen on the spot. Just staring at him and Vegas. Pete fumbles with a trembling hand on the bedside table, gropes for the lamp and turns on the night light.

Everything disappears.

Vegas wakes up to the noise:

"What's wrong, Pete? Have you had a nightmare?"

The omega nods, catching his breath.

Then Vegas hugs him again, laying comfortably on his chest:

"Sleep, Pete. No one will dare to hurt you."

I guess I really dreamed it all. I'm overexcited.

Not surprised by a lonely morning — and how does Vegas manage to get up so early —  Pete gets up too and goes to his room.

"Little brat!" the omega joyfully flies up to Macau, who is waiting for him, and he does not share this joy at all, "are you offended?"

Pete reaches out to stroke the newt, but he turns away and crawls under the pillow. Giggling, the omega makes an attempt to extinguish the anger of the stubborn little one:

"As far as I can see, someone wants to give me his portion of lemon marmalade?"

Macau immediately sticks out his muzzle, staring in panic at laughing Pete. The latter falls on the bed and, with the tip of his index finger lightly flicking the newt on the nose, and whispers, dreamily rolling his eyes:

"He kissed me, little brat... Can you hear me? Kissed!.."

Anger, replaced by a contented pug, and a tail that flew perpendicular to the bed leave no doubt: Macau is also happy for these two. Of course, Pete didn't say who took the initiative. But the main thing is the result, right?

Upon returning to the estate, Vegas needs to leave for two days, and Pete, in order not to be bored too much, is completely immersed in his studies. He recollects in his memory with a gentle smile that farewell kiss. And once again he is convinced that every day he likes his new life more and more.

If not for one "but". At the end of the second day, Pete wakes up with a familiar bump in his chest and a feeling of cold running down his back.

"Again you?! Why are you chasing me?!

As luck would have it, the night light in his room does not want to turn on. Pete crawls to the headboard, covering himself with a blanket and desperately whining:

"Why are you scaring me? Disappear, please!.. Aren't ghosts tied to one place?.."

But the spirit does not disappear anywhere. According to the external features, Pete guesses that if this is really a ghost, then during his lifetime he was a very beautiful omega. But what does he want from me? And why did he start appearing right now?

Pete throws back the blanket and notices that the creature has moved to the window, which looks like someone is breathing. And then a name appears on the window glass, letter by letter.

Pete grabs his head and closes his eyes. And when he opens them, the ghost disappears. Just as suddenly as the last time.

When Vegas returns, Pete wisely doesn't pounce on him with questions. Moreover, the husband is affectionate with him again and does not let him out of his arms for a long time. But at dinner, curiosity wins:

"Khun Vegas?"

"What, Pete?"

"Tell me, please, was there anyone named Pachara in your family?"

The expression of Vegas' eyes and mouth in the shape of the letter "O" for Pete is much more eloquent than the answer with words. But the omega would like to hear them. Definitely.