To Belong ✰ ✰ ✰ Paul Atreides (ON HOLD)

seven

I wake up, sun shining through the window of the bedroom. I feel the rays on my skin, their warmth. I slowly open my eyes, adjusting to the light that is flooding the room. I feel fingers running down my bare back, making my nerves tingle. This sensation, I could never get enough of it. Every nerve, every fibre of my body twitches when those fingers touch my back.

"Good morning," I hear Paul whispering.

"Mmm... Good morning," I say back. "Did you wake up long ago?" I ask.

"No, just right before you," he answers. "How did you sleep?"

"Great," I answer honestly. "What about you? Any more dreams?"

Paul falls silent for a second before speaking, and I sense that he is nervous. "One."

Recently his dreams of Arrakis have been more and more often. He always says that it is nothing that we should worry about, but I worry. If he is the Kwisatz Haderach, this is only the beginning, his visions will get clearer over time, and we will be able to figure it all out.

"But no more about that," he says, wanting to change the subject. "I want to enjoy this moment alone with my wife before we have to get out of bed and go to breakfast," Paul adds.

I sigh, sitting up on the bed, looking back at Paul. "You, my husband, are going to drive me insane one day," I point out. "You and your stubbornness."

"I might, but you'll still love me," Paul insists.

"And right now, my love for you will not trump my patience. Which is why I'm getting out of this bed whether you like it or not," I continue, getting out of bed.

"Come on, Chalice, it is just us right now, peace and quiet, no one to disturb us," he mumbles. "Come back to bed, please."

I think for a second, wanting to challenge him. "So you want me to come back to bed, huh?" I ask him, and he nods his head. "Command me to. Use the Voice," I say.

Paul looks at me shocked and scared, thinking I am bluffing, but I am not. "Don't make me do it."

I laugh, shaking my head. "It's the only way..." I go on even further, walking away from the bed, towards my vanity where my robe sits on the chair.

"You little minx," Paul sighs. "Come back to bed," he attempts to use the Voice, but it is infective.

"You could try once more if you want to," I say, this time looking at him.

"Come back to bed," he finally manages to use the Voice, his words rippling through the air, folding in and around us, making me walk towards the bed. His Voice does not make me break, but I do what he says.

"You could do better," I suggest.

Paul looks at me once again in disbelief and shakes his head. His arms wrap around my body. "You truly are a little minx, aren't you?"

"Whatever you say, my prince," I brush him off, chuckling.

"Oh, yes, my princess, you are a little minx. But guess what? You are mine."

I laugh at his words, then kiss him. His lips begin making their way down my neck, kissing and biting along the way.

"You are horny," I point out.

"What can I say? I have the most beautiful girl in the world wearing nothing but a robe on my bed. Oh, and she also so happens to be my wife," he retorts, his words sending shivers down my back. "I cannot ever get enough of her if I might say so. She's rather insatiable and desirable."

I laugh, grabbing his face with my hands, and kissing his lips. His hands make their way to the cord of the robe, untying it, then his hands go around my hips and on my back. He slowly leans against me, laying me back down on the bed. His hands roam freely everywhere on my body, not leaving one bit of skin untouched.