A Court of Roses and Ice | ✔️

25 - ҒᏆΝᎪᏞᏞᎽ?

When you kiss and it feels like...

Finally.

ᏃHᎪᏒIᎪᏁ  SᎾᏞᎪᏟᎬ -

His lips on mine are hot, needy.

He stands in shock for a second before he kisses me back, his arm shaking around my waist.

I expect him to go lower, to grab my butt but he stands there, arm wrapped tightly around my torso.

My sword sits in my left hand, and my right comes up, holding his jaw, his left gently holds my throat.

My eyes squeeze shut as kissing him feels like a reflex.

Like I was born to do it.

I pull back first and watch his eyes flutter open, filled with lust.

I smile softly, turning to look at Alastor.

He lays on the floor, fist balled and jaw clenches.

He stands up, going to grab me but Osiris stops him, eyes filled with anger as he stares at Alastor.

Alastor growls at him but he doesn't let up, he turns to me.

" You and Osiris? Wait until your dad hears about this. " Alastor chuckles, " Osiris will never give you what I gave you. "

" I know, " I breathe. " He'll give me something better. "

Osiris tenses next to me, letting out a shaky breath.

Alastor scowls again before pushing Osiris off of him, stomping his way away.

Osiris pushes me back into the stable wall, his breath coming out in pants.

" Dont- Don't do that to me. " He says, hanging his head, looking up at me through his lashes.

" Do what? "

" Kiss me without a warning. " He whispers.

I smile, my face burning.

" Sorry about that. "

His arm still sits around my waist, and I melt into it.

" We are supposed to be fighting right now," I mumble.

" Just- " He swallows, stepping away from me. When we lock eyes again his eyes are the brightest I've ever seen them. He doesn't finish his sentence, just stares at me.

" Fight. Right. " He says to himself, drawing his sword.

" You don't look so confident in yourself, this time. " I say, drawing mine.

" I- " He shakes his head, eyes returning back to normal. " I've tasted you on my tongue in two out of three ways. " He says, rolling his wrist, his sword swinging with it.

" Three- Oh. " My face flushes and he smirks down at me.

" Confident enough? " He says.

" Sad you'll always be at 2/3. " I say, fake lunging at him. He stands unaffected.

" We'll see. "

Our battle begins, swords swinging and clashing, grunts and huffs heard as we continually dodge eachothers attacks.

Stable hands grab Sela, bringing her to the stable to look at her wound. I'm relieved at that.

I'm not sure why, but during the battle, my eyes travel down his attire.

He wears a tunic with jackets and layers over it, his belt holding multiple daggers of different lengths.

His tunic underneath has a large cut down the middle, style i guess, revealing bits and pieces of the muscle underneath as he moves expertly.