Hopeless - A Powerless Fanfiction

Kai

"So... do you want the bed?" she asked me. Last time we were in a situation like this she took the bed, without even bothering to ask me, a small grin forms on my face at the thought, distracting me from the moments before this. 

I cock my head to the side slyly then say "Sure darling, I don't mind where I am as long as I have you with me" with a grin plastered to my face. 

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, but when they do I notice a slight blush creeping up toward her face. I let out a small chuckle at that, she's so shy when it comes to things like this. 

"I'm going to go shower now, I smell like a pig, honestly" Paedyn finally says, after recomposing herself while walking to the bathroom. 

I nod in acknowledgement and plop myself onto the edge of the bed and let out a sigh of relief. Relief over everything. Although I lost a brother, I also got rid of the burden of responsibility I had. I can finally be with Paedyn now without worrying about my responsibilities weighing me down, and I've even found another wielder. Someone like me. Someone with powers that no one else has. Someone who can understand. 

I hear the bathroom door creak open and turn my head to see her emerge from the door, wrapped in nothing but a towel. It was wrapped tightly around her, showing the curves of her figure off. My eyes trailed up and down her body, finally landing on her lips...those luscious lips. My mind trailed back to the alley, how I wanted to taste her once more. Finally, my eyes snapped back to hers, and I realized she was aware of what I was thinking, causing me to become slightly flustered, making a small smirk appear on that adorable face of hers.

"Could you... pass me the clothes in the wardrobe? Mak said there are some there." she finally said her voice sounding breathy, as she gestured to the other side of the room. The idea of refusing is rather tempting, but instead I go over to the cupboard and hand her, the clothes, and she disappears back into the bathroom. 

I can't help but think about her, she's the only thing on my mind, and I struggle to ignore the sound of her putting her clothes on. Being the gentleman I am, I decide to trace to groves in the wood of a desk by the side of the bed, occupying my thoughts with anything but her. 

Finally, she re-emerged, in the baggy plain black top, and jeans with a pair of socks to finish off her look. She plops herself down onto the bed in the middle of the room. "Your turn"