The Boy With No Face

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-AL 

"That sounds scary."

"It's just a fable."

"I don't care. It's still scary." Lips grinned and hands pulled close a diminutive female body.

"Where do you gather these stories?" She complained, mouth set in the cutest little pout. Above them, gentle rain pelted them and gentle hands now took to the shape of her waist.

"I won't let him harm you, Rabi." Pushing against him, she scowled as he teased her with laughter.

"Let go of me." His smile was wide and mischievous but he moved not, refused to unhand her.

"Come now, 'tis just a little story before bedtime, hm?" Arms now wrapping around her, he pulled her flush.

"I should gather you from the cold wet rain and tuck you into your warm little bed." Mouth now in pursuit of hers, soon their lips met soft and sweet.

"I would like that very much..." She breathed against his lips, their kiss now growing a little more heated. It had been nearly four weeks since they had married, a little longer still since their wedding night. The memory of their first time together served to torment him and he'd wake, his body burning from desire. Sighing now against her, he lifted a hand to her face, thumb caressing her cheek.

"Without you, my bed is cold and empty." Her gaze now was sad as she withdrew from him.

"She's doing all of this on purpose to keep us apart." She. The female devil. The crazy bitch that he hated with every fiber of his being. He knew that it was intentional. Punishment for not doing what she asked. Though he chose not to comply with her request, he'd told her enough to let her know just how he felt about Rabi'ah. And that, she used to her advantage. At every turn, she sought to drive a wedge between them, forcing them to different parts of the Castle. Keeping her away from him infuriated him and he was at his wits end with it all.

"She will gain no victory tonight. Come," Surprised shock glanced up at him.

"Our aim is not to enrage her further, Kairat. I shouldn't." He didn't give a good damn about her rage. He raged. He seethed. He hungered. And, he would indeed satiate his starvation with her. Tonight.

"A woman's place is with her husband. Yes?" Feeling her cheeks grow warm, the cold of the rain caused her to shiver and her mouth softly answered. Yes. His once playful demeanor of before was gone and what was left to look at her was desire, hunger, and raw need. He would have her this night, come hell or come high water.

"Then, come. Let's retire."

***

He could still see it. He could still hear it. Her laughter. Her beautiful eyes. Her warm quivering flesh. He could still feel it. The warmth of her fingers, breath, thighs. His hands were always too big and completely covered her up.