Rubbled Circumstances: Enemies to Lovers

Love is Red (Hyrur's POV[lime])

[Author's note: This is the last lime chapter of this story. It isn't nearly as heavy as the last chapter was, but I'd still like you to know what to expect. ~Mouse]

After Sam had pinned himself against me, whispering his breathy voice into my ears, I froze and blushed. I hadn't expected everything to escalate so quickly. His body was cold against mine, and his words elicited some flutters from my wings; I hated how they conveyed my emotions so suddenly. Sam eventually pulled away and began getting ready for bed, shedding his extra layers.  I did the same, though my mind was reeling the whole time. Would he really? I wouldn't complain, but- FUCK HE'S MY NEMESIS! Quit being lude, Hyrur!

I grumbled to myself as I straightened and fluffed out my wings, before laying beside Samuil and facing away from him. His bed was very soft, which cradled my wings, unlike the carpet. I probably pulled a muscle in my wings, from laying on that tough tarp. It is NOT a carpet.

Regardless of what is and isn't a carpet, I slowly drifted off to sleep. My mind wouldn't stop thinking, wondering what exactly to calculate next. Why was I even stringing him along, like this? My parents would execute me if they knew what I was doing... because I can't bare the thought of gauging his heart out with a silver dagger... not after being through this hellhole with him. He's earned a special place in my heart, but I have no idea if it's because I want to murder him even more, or if it's because I'm an idiot who fell in love with the enemy. 

I won't know until it's too late, I guess. I sighed as I rolled over to look at Samuil. His chest was rising and falling as he laid on his back, and his pale skin glistened in the light of the lanterns over his bed. I shook my head and I ruffled my wings, wrapping them back around my body as I faced away from him. I hated how confused I felt, right now. I'm a harpy. Harpies are supposed to calculate before they act, and yet... I don't even know what I'm doing! What the hell is wrong with me, does he feel the same way?

My thoughts kept swirling around in my head, as I wrapped a blanket around my body, trying to keep warm. This night was especially colder than all the others, it was probably snowing outside. As I shivered and trembled, realization hit me like a truck...

I implied that I wanted him to suck me while we ate DINNER!! I'M A GODDAMN MORON! Why the fuck did I do that? AHHHHH!

I tensed up as my wings wrapped around me even tighter, as if trying to keep my thoughts away; obviously, that doesn't work. Unfortunately. My thoughts became even moreso wild and erratic, as my breathing became heavier. I felt so many things at once, my entire body was pulsing with adrenaline. I could feel my feathers and talons twitch in unionized anxiety. Aw, they're bonding!

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I AM SO GODDAMN GAY! Mom was right when she said I'd fall for the first man my age, who treated me nicely... oops?

I sighed in defeat of my own emotions, and I rolled back over so I was facing Samuil. He was also facing me, and I saw his scars in the dim lighting... those were my fault. My gaze softened onto his features, taking in his image like he was sweet honey on breakfast pancakes. He was a creature of darkness, birthed by death and corruption; yet he enticed me with his graceful beauty. 

I scooted closer to him, and I gently reached a hand to his face, cupping his right cheek with it. I traced his scars with my talons, careful so I didn't scratch him. I leaned even closer to him, snuggling up with his cold body, holding him close as I finally fell asleep next to him.

I knew, as I succumbed to my tiredness, that we'd finally have to confront whatever... this was, in the morning. But for now, I just enjoyed the comfort I found in his presence. Deep down, I secretly loved how red his face got whenever I teased him too much. I loved watching him exhaust himself during battle, to the point his hands and neck were completely red... and I especially loved it whenever he made me blush.

Everything perfect about him was red, everything that he caused me to feel was red. 

Love is red. Is that why it's my favorite color? I wouldn't get the answer, as I fully passed out. Morning would arrive soon, but at least our unconscious bodies would find solace in each other's warm embrace.